Luyện nghe bài hát A 2nd Chance

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

off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to for druggin' and muggin'
poppin plea's ain't no way for me
porbation for 10 years don't mean free
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas how I feel
this shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got
for me to realize the game is
shit can't even trust the niggas that I used to hang
huh, but I remember what my told me
I know a bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love
if you fuck with no limit you never nothin' funny
and I it to the grave with me
if you shoot first you better make sure you hit me
'cause I'm for choppin' keys on my mom's table
I split a G's with my niggas Kane and Abel
fast fast bitches is what I live for
until I a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra
thought 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 tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the
just youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to (some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid)

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

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

[Silkk the

you couldn't tell me
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 whole fuckin' of sin
Kill or be killed hit by the hands of his best friend
you gotta know if you wanna live there's rules to shit
you can't 'em if you wanna be rich
and when my died and didn't come back
I it was on nigga stressed god blessed
got his on a tombstone
some of my prayers go out to my homies that walked path
I spray paint name on the wall and I sit back and laugh
you gotta make decisions make 'em all precision
try to make moves and prison
I remember the time I laughed at the penetentary steel
when the told me spread lift the car I knew it was
now I was just out there tryin' gain strength
birds to me one night told me Silkk you gotta change your life
but it was all or nothin' could settle for second
gotta make the world feel my presence (Ughhhhh)
i my homey 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 tryin' get paid)
the cradle to the grave
just some youngsters on the tryin' get paid
to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to (just some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the to the grave
just some youngsters on the streets tryin' get