Luyện nghe bài hát A 2nd Chance

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

Started off as a street thug, hangin' and thuggin'
'89 to jail for druggin' and muggin'
poppin plea's no fuckin' 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 wouldn't of got killed
for me to realize the is wicked
shit can't even trust the niggas that I used to hang
huh, but I remember what my told me
I know a real bitch by the way she me
I love my TRU like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find funny
and I it to the grave with me
if you shoot bitch you better make sure you hit me
'cause I'm known for choppin' on my mom's table
I split a hundred G's with my niggas Kane and
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 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 to the grave
just some youngsters on the streets get paid
Back to life (from the to the grave)
Back to (some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid)

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Tattoo hennessy and
grew up in the project with and G's
the Don is known for slangin' and bangin'
thug niggas 3rd ward know where we hangin'
ghetto's mercenary we rhyme
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 chances feds and demons
so many homies in the ghetto their soul in strim
in god we ain't no man gone harm me
my best be my lady 'cause these fools are fonies
heed I been beyond and back
I live my life through the lord, my homey, the greed and the
I (Ughhhhhhh)

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

[Silkk the

you tell me nutin'
a little child runnin' wild
shed tears trough years made it hard to
homies dieing while you're standin' right there
my reality's your worst
and now I'm trapped in the whole fuckin' of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by the hands of his friend
you gotta know if you wanna live there's rules to this
you can't break 'em if you be rich
and when my homey died and didn't come
I it was on nigga stressed god blessed
got his on a tombstone
some of my prayers go out to my that walked that path
I spray paint name on the wall and I sit back and laugh
you gotta make decisions 'em all with precision
try to moves and avoid prison
I remember the time I laughed at the penetentary steel
when the told me spread lift the car I it was real
now I was just out there tryin' gain strength
birds came to me one night told me Silkk you gotta change your
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 you too young to die)

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