Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Whether we out this motherfucker
Wrap or riddle out this motherfucker
We gon' get up out this
Same way that Venus did, did, we them kids
Whitney was talking that's how it was
Before my brother caught slugs and I watched coroners chalk him out
ain't my brother in that box, what niggas talking bout?
Couldn't Paul Bearer I was too weak to walk him out
And real shit, I'm dedicated
Like Pac was to Jada before Jada met Will
I'm turnt up, chronic still burnt up
Fuck here, with all that lean and popping pills shit
Jump in my get it hopping with a kill switch
I done been around the world, my life is like a field
I done been to Africa, seen in Attica
Cops our youth, these numbers ain't adding up
Like that white boy in a prison cell
Killed 9 in a church, how he living still?
I understand, I spent hours with Farrakhan
Just him to let me be the millionth man
But some of these niggas just make you kill a man
And let the .38 like a ceiling fan
Separate your body soul, soul from Earth
Roll a blunt with your remains and ash it in the dirt
Listen, you ain't a Christian you go to church
Listen, you a gangster cause you got the work
A real gangster's one who take of his whole family
me, even though my baby mama can't stand me
Her name tattooed on my neck, nigga branded
And my fucking kids than Ray J and Brandy
Yeah, I it to you so you understand
Fucking bitches my family
Bye baby, rock-a-bye
No tears or sobs, baby, been listening to Nas
And I can't lie, baby, missing them thighs, baby
But it's more to life than Gucci and Vuitton, baby
It's more to life than tripping on lies,
Put aside, baby, you Nicki Minaj, baby
One day we all die,
So I'd rather go hard, Cali alive, baby
Yeah, keep alive, baby
Double entendre, nigga that's my
And don't nobody kids like me
to Kevin Hart, take care of they rib like me
I made up decisions but don't let 'em crucify me
I'm still the nigga on my California ID
Yeah, nigga
Blame Dre, it's his fault I'm a monster, nigga
I was selling crack in side Bompton, nigga
Yeah I can rap, but I ain't ask for no sponsors,
I was skin and young Klay Thompson, nigga
15, had guns Contra, nigga
Now the me bipolar, big contradiction
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