Luyện nghe bài hát A 2nd Chance

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

off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for and muggin'
poppin plea's no fuckin' way for me
porbation for 10 years don't mean you're
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas how I feel
this shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got
for me to the game is wicked
shit can't even trust the niggas that I to hang with
huh, but I remember what my brother me
I a real bitch by the way she hold me
I my TRU niggas like I love money
if you with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I it to the grave with me
if you shoot first bitch you better make you hit me
'cause I'm known for keys on my mom's table
I split a G's with my niggas Kane and Abel
fast money fast bitches is what I for
until I a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra
they thought I was dead but I'm in it
I'm back to life back on top no limit

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

P]

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

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

the Shocker]

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

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