Luyện nghe bài hát A 2nd Chance

How many of my TRU niggas actually get a chance at life,
at dreams? not many, huh

off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for druggin' and
plea's ain't no fuckin' way for me
porbation for 10 years don't mean free
I my TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I feel
this shit's real I wish my wouldn't of got killed
for me to realize the game is
shit can't even trust the niggas I used to hang with
huh, but I what my brother told me
I know a real bitch by the way she me
I love my TRU niggas like I money
if you fuck with no limit you find nothin' funny
and I take it to the with me
if you shoot first bitch you better make you hit me
'cause I'm known for choppin' keys on my mom's
I split a hundred G's with my Kane and Abel
money fast bitches is what I live for
until I caught a bullet in the back, bra
they I was dead but I'm still in it
I'm to life back on top ain't no limit

(Chorus)
to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets get paid)
from the to the grave
just youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the to the grave)
Back to reality (some on the streets tryin' get paid)

P]

Tattoo and weed
up in the project with killers and G's
the Don is known for slangin' and bangin'
thug niggas 3rd Cali know where we hangin'
ghetto's soliders we rhyme
this is life or death and its your soul or mine
we don't no games boy just tryin' get paid
hope I get rich they dig my grave
so many penetentary feds and demons
so many homies in the ghetto with their in strim
in god we trust no man gone harm me
my best be my lady 'cause these fools are fonies
heed I been beyond and back
I live my through the lord, my homey, the greed and the back
I (Ughhhhhhh)

(Chorus)
to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some youngsters on the tryin' get paid)
from the to the grave
just some youngsters on the streets get paid

the Shocker]

you couldn't me nutin'
a little ghetto child runnin'
shed tears trough made it hard to smile
imagine homies dieing while you're right there
my reality's your worst
and now I'm trapped in the fuckin' world of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by the hands of his friend
you gotta know if you wanna live there's to this shit
you can't 'em if you wanna be rich
and when my homey died and come back
I it was on nigga stressed god blessed
got his name on a
of my prayers go out to my homies that walked that path
I spray paint name on the wall and I sit back and laugh
you gotta make make 'em all with precision
try to make and avoid prison
I remember the first time I at the penetentary steel
when the told me lift the car I knew it was real
now I was just out there tryin' some strength
came to me one night told me Silkk you gotta change your life
but it was all or nothin' could never settle for
gotta make the whole feel my presence (Ughhhhh)
i told my don't cry if I close my eyes,
(but the Shocker you too young to die)

(Chorus)
Back to life (from the to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets get paid)
from the to the grave
just some on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the to the grave)
to reality (just some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the to the grave
just some youngsters on the streets tryin' get