Luyện nghe bài hát My Life (Remix)

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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain

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

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve done took so of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And I ain't no preacher, but my Erick Sermon

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
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Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground

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

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin at of Don Imus for target practice

My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, but I bet that new could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
My

the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this cocked back

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve done so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My
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