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, just and thuggin'
'89 to jail for druggin' and muggin'
poppin plea's ain't no way for me
porbation for 10 years don't mean you're
I my TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I feel
this shit's real I my brother wouldn't of got killed
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 told me
I know a real bitch by the way she me
I my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you find nothin' funny
and I it to the grave with me
if you shoot first bitch you make sure you hit me
'cause I'm known for choppin' keys on my table
I split a G's with my niggas Kane and Abel
fast money bitches is what I live for
until I caught a fuckin' in the back, bra
thought I was dead but I'm still in it
I'm back to life back on top ain't no

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

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Tattoo and weed
grew up in the with killers and G's
the Last Don is known for slangin' and
niggas 3rd ward Cali know where we hangin'
ghetto's mercenary we rhyme
game is life or death 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 their soul in strim
in god we trust ain't no man gone me
my friend be my lady 'cause these fools are fonies
take heed I been beyond and
I live my life the lord, my homey, the greed and the back
I (Ughhhhhhh)

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

[Silkk the

you couldn't tell me
a ghetto child runnin' wild
tears trough years made it hard to smile
imagine homies dieing while you're standin' there
my reality's worst nightmare
and now I'm trapped in the fuckin' world of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by the of his best 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 died and didn't come back
I knew it was on nigga stressed god
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 decisions make 'em all with precision
try to make and avoid prison
I remember the first I laughed at the penetentary steel
when the me spread lift the car I knew it was real
now I was just out there tryin' gain some
birds came to me one told me Silkk you gotta change your life
but it was all or nothin' could never for second
gotta make the whole world my presence (Ughhhhh)
i my homey don't cry if I close my eyes,
(but the Shocker you too young to die)

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