Luyện nghe bài hát A 2nd Chance

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

Started off as a street thug, hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to for druggin' and muggin'
poppin plea's no fuckin' way for me
porbation for 10 don't mean you're free
I know my TRU motherfuckin' niggas know how I
this shit's real I wish my brother of got killed
for me to the game is wicked
shit can't even trust the niggas I used to hang with
huh, but I remember what my brother me
I know a real by the way she hold me
I love my TRU 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 better sure you hit me
I'm known for choppin' keys on my mom's table
I split a hundred G's with my niggas and Abel
fast money fast bitches is what I for
until I caught a fuckin' 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)
Back to (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some youngsters on the streets 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 reality (some on the streets tryin' get paid)

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

(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 some on the streets tryin' get paid

[Silkk the

you couldn't me nutin'
a little ghetto child runnin'
shed tears trough years it hard to smile
imagine homies dieing while you're standin' 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 know if you wanna live there's rules to this shit
you can't break 'em if you wanna be
and when my homey and didn't come back
I it was on nigga stressed god blessed
got his name on a
some of my prayers go out to my homies that that path
I spray paint your name on the wall and I sit back and
you make decisions make 'em all with precision
try to make moves and prison
I remember the first time I laughed at the steel
when the told me spread lift the car I it was real
now I was just out there tryin' some strength
birds came to me one night told me Silkk you gotta your life
but it was all or nothin' could never settle for
gotta make the whole world my presence (Ughhhhh)
i told my homey don't cry if I my eyes,
(but Silkk the you too young to die)

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