Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
chu was goin do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im until Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
to find a way through the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done took so of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me away like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain

Suicide, I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
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that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle
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I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' Why? Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to find a way the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Sermon

So eat black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
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Damn, I know his proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on common

I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And Im grindin until Im
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
to find a way through the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my
But Im just why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
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Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for practice

My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
(Compton)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to find a way the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people
But Im just why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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