Luyện nghe bài hát New Testament (Outro)

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

Lord I sacrafice my
Just to my mama back to life
to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to
My hustled slangin' slabs at night
That got my mama to crack and pipe
Raised in the 6-5 Village with no gas, no lights
Hungry as fuck on the floor with an appetite
Me and my sister to buckshots and flashin' lights
My been in jail half his life
Became a black family soulja
taught me how to slang blast it
Considered me a right
Family be the stabbin' type
My cousin's tried to have me twice
Y'all niggas 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 homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the
I still whispers, still shiver
Still remember a filthy ass field nigga
Payless shoes, rocked clothes Goodwill nigga
Salvation Army just to eat my meal nigga
Where slang to pay the bills nigga
playin' doorbell ditch, I'm dodgin' bullets with them real killas
Drug dealers with figgas, all the makin's of a foul nigga
Lived off food and medicare stickers
The first and fifthtenth was like Thanksgivin and Christmas
Cause the only time we fitted with food up in the kitchen
Little boys and listen
I got so many in this world missin' for tryna twirl chickens
Where they taught to berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was for whatever
Protected by letters, crazy like Micheal Shellers
Fool I been round since was screamin' rollers
Comin' down
When Mitchell shut the block didown
I'm from the were niggas get killed and shot
the neighbors sit in the window and watch, don't call the cops
I'm the block were the twelve year old is gotta play pops
To support my mama and sister, slang rocks
Aim glocks, dodge stray shots, runnin' from hoppin' fences
Relentless dreams of havin' a mansion Benzes
I used to have visions until I my first sentence
For a eleven, three, fifty tossed me a I straight pimped it
An I lost several ramps, doin' time at
dice for stamps, Y-A commitment if I bamp
Got out with a plan, call my man
They time I was locked I wrote shit like Ice Cream Man
An a ringup I call Knumskull my nigga
Lets call the group the Lunitoonz lets make this scrilla
Hooked up with Chris Hicks and Dru Down my
Dropped this album I'm still pounds and zippers
Then dropped the first album around niggas
Like Teddy Bohana and Side them down niggas
Around the same time my mama died so
I'm in traffic with gats up under the mats, wrapped in plastic
Triple beam, b-12, and seran wrap, money wrapped
Second album goes gold they can't that
In 95 the my pops died
Start ballin' in 96 when Pac
Bought me a Lexus, start catchin'
Now my family members tryna Knight me
The whole sheisty but now them mothafuckas don't like me
When I was broke it was all
When I was smokin' and to the wood it was all good
I been the world and back fuck this small hood
I'm tryna and have it all playa we all should
I off broke as fuck, nigga ain't no way to go but up
Now I'm in a Rover truck, dro, never sobered up
Drinkin' X-O until I it up, nobody can flow like Yuk
up with Rap-A-Lot nigga blow shit up
80 Thousand the week nigga put them posters up
Tha first with platinum teeth on the west coast is Yuk
Niggas probaly get smoked just for standin' to Yuk
I'm blessed a son and daughter
It's the reincarnation of my mother and father comtinue the saga
My wife be like a gift from
I would have been slit my wrist and off a cliff
From stressin'
Life is a big ass lesson we all go through
you was close to all of a sudden want to smoke you
They all deceitful; I got shot up by a nigga I since pre-school
His mama and my mama to be cool
We from the 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 ain't yo
Niggas who jack you for them kilos that yo peoples
But ain't gonna be no sequel next time I'm gonna show em somethin'
Make it out the hood, niggas act you owe em somethin'
Niggas want you to throw em
been robbed, stuffed in a trunk then
Dumped in a fuckin' alleyway lookin' like a pumpkin'
for fuckin' my own cousins
I ask the lord why I'm the most hated
Like Pac they a nigga assassinated
Judges give me G bonds for fake ass cases
Bail out, can't be faded, rock bracelets
Hair braided, like Sammie Davis in Vegas
Smellin' like acres of sticky rolled in vega's
Havin' paper comes with a shit load of
why my only friend is my lord and savior
Fuck them