Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

[Chorus -
If you lived my
You would straight commit
If you into my eyes of my life
You would straight suicide

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to bring my mama back to
Just to my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas to life
My hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama addicted to and pipe
in the motherfuckin' 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as sleepin' on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister awake to and flashin' lights
My father been in jail half his
Became a black geurrilla family
me how to slang blast it right
Considered me a bastard
be the back stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me blasted
niggas live the average life
Raised in the with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I spit the facts of life
From bein' to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To for my parents in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, still
Still remember a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes from nigga
Salvation Army to eat my next meal nigga
Where they slang to pay the bills
Y'all playin' doorbell ditch, I'm bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers wild figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off stamps and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause that's the only time we fitted with food up in the
boys and girls listen
I got so many homies in this world missin' for tryna twirl
Where they to pack berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was for whatever
by three letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I round since niggas was screamin' rollers
Comin' finham
When Felix Mitchell the block didown
I'm the block were niggas get killed and shot
While the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the
I'm from the were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my mama and sister, gotta rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, from cops hoppin' fences
Relentless of havin' a mansion mobbin' Benzes
I used to visions until I copped my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a year I pimped it
An I lost several ramps, time at camp
dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call my man
They whole time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Man
An that's a ringup I Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz nigga lets make scrilla
Hooked up with Hicks and Dru Down my nigga
Dropped this album I'm still slangin' and zippers
Then dropped the underground album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Supa Side them down
Around the same time my mama died so
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, cracked wrapped in
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, rubberband wrapped
Second goes gold they can't stand that
In 95 the my pops died
Start ballin' in 96 Pac died
Bought me a Lexus, start hawkeyes
Now my family members Suge Knight me
The whole Ville sheisty but now them don't like me
I was broke it was all good
When I was and hav-a-tampa's to the wood it was all good
I been around the world and back fuck small hood
I'm ball and have it all playa we all should
I started off broke as fuck, ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a truck, smokin' dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I throw it up, can flow like Yuk
Hooked up with Rap-A-Lot blow shit up
80 Thousand the first week put them posters up
Tha first nigga with teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas get smoked just for standin' close to Yuk
I'm blessed a son and daughter
It's like the reincarnation of my mother and father the saga
My be like a gift from heaven
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
From stressin'
Life is a big ass lesson we all go through
Friends you was close to all of a sudden want to you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I since pre-school
His and my mama used to be cool
We the same street too
That's why I don't creep
Niggas who rob you and try to kill you ain't yo
Niggas who beat you with desert eagles yo peoples
Niggas who jack you for them that ain't yo peoples
But ain't be no sequel cause next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to em somethin'
I've been robbed, stuffed in a then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway head lookin' a pumpkin'
for fuckin' with my own
I ask the lord why I'm the worlds hated
Pac they want a nigga assassinated
Judges give me hundred G bonds for fake ass
Bail out, can't be faded, platinum bracelets
Hair braided, like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of shit rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes a shit load of haters
That's why my only friend is my lord and
Fuck haters