Luyện nghe bài hát A 2nd Chance

How many of my TRU niggas actually get a second at life,
at their not many, huh

Started off as a street thug, hangin' and thuggin'
'89 to jail for druggin' and muggin'
poppin plea's ain't no way for me
porbation for 10 years don't you're free
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas how I feel
this shit's real I my brother wouldn't of got killed
for me to realize the game is
shit can't even trust the niggas that I used to hang
huh, but I remember my brother told me
I know a real by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin'
and I it to the grave with me
if you shoot first bitch you better sure you hit me
'cause I'm for choppin' keys on my mom's table
I split a hundred G's with my niggas and Abel
fast money fast bitches is I live for
I caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra
they thought I was but I'm still in it
I'm back to life back on top ain't no

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

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

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

[Silkk the

you couldn't me nutin'
a little child runnin' wild
shed tears trough years made it hard to
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 best
you gotta know if you wanna live there's 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 nigga stressed god
got his name on a
some of my prayers go out to my homies that walked that
I spray paint name on the wall and I sit back and laugh
you make decisions make 'em all with precision
try to make and avoid prison
I remember the first I laughed at the penetentary steel
the told me spread lift the car I knew it was real
now I was just out there tryin' some strength
birds came to me one night told me Silkk you change your life
but it was all or nothin' could never for second
gotta make the world feel my presence (Ughhhhh)
i told my don't 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 younsters on the streets 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 on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the cradle to the
some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid