Luyện nghe bài hát My My My

And they shootin', I be on top
(It's up here)
We coopin', we be inta trouble
Some hard type shit cost a quarter mill a pop
It me laugh, ha, life is so ironic

How I would get the cash, I become so
Cop the fast cars that come with the tonic panel
I live the life that's filled with the
from the start, it's like we born with a felony

Where's the longevity, we in the
best friends become enemies
And foul got the tendency
You gotta watch what you for
I to God it's on a switchboard
I'm tryin' to say a prayer

And I'm callin', hope You Lord
See just my position Lord
Gotta me smokin' on this blunt I'm lookin' at the sky
it rain so I know the doves cry

Lord, do You hear me
When I'm at the sky?
I hope You can what I'm saying
like my, my, my

I'm not complaining
But it makes me cry
I You can see what I'm saying
It's my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

God ain't cryin' when the sky starts to rain
That must you and God in poppin' champagne
And of the shams, remember in Miami
You got bent pussy, it was your first with me

We was goin' too many bottles up in free-vay
You was goin' crazy with my Haitian man
Pass on the twins, I had teesh fer like 3 days
And I forget you b-day

We had body tap, we was deeper than aye
And now I'm just wishin' I see a nigga face
And kill bang, bang, did you get it with 'em yet?
And it's a damn because niggas still upset

Like chita chala, God musta y'all
I think the street dream, saw how we were born
But now all I got is the memories of two great
are dear friends of me

Lord do You me praying
When I'm lookin' at the
I hope You can hear what I'm
like my, my, my

I'm not really
But it makes me cry
I You can see what I'm saying
It's my, my, my, it's like my, my, my

To tell you both the truth, I ain't doin' the
I'm tryin' to keep a mind movin' through the stress
I'm to stay afloat, they say I'm doin' the most
I'm way too much, I'm playin' death to close

I'm 'bout the thought of goin' back to court
For the little games I really should avoid
But it's the calculator on how we make the chip
Realizin' if I slip, it's a pit

If you'd a my shoes, would you walk a mile?
Let the media tear you down and around and smile
I God that I'm alive to see a black president
We 'Yes, we can' but that won't change the deficit
That ain't really even the of it
You catch me in the streets, I will surely you the rest of it

Lord do You hear me
When I'm lookin' at the
I hope You can hear what I'm
It's my, my, my

I'm not really
But it me wanna cry
I You can see what I'm saying
It's like my, my, my, it's my, my, my