Luyện nghe bài hát A 2nd Chance

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

Started off as a street thug, just hangin' and
'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' know how I feel
shit's real I wish my brother wouldn't of got killed
for me to realize the game is
shit can't trust the niggas that I used to hang with
huh, but I what my brother told me
I know a real bitch by the way she me
I love my TRU niggas I love money
if you with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it to the grave 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 hundred G's with my niggas Kane and
fast money fast bitches is what I for
until I caught a fuckin' in the back, bra
they thought I was but I'm still in it
I'm back to life on top ain't no limit

(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 some youngsters on the streets 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 hennessy and
grew up in the with killers and G's
the Last Don is for slangin' and bangin'
thug niggas 3rd ward Cali where we hangin'
ghetto's soliders we rhyme
game is life or death and its your soul or mine
we don't no games boy just tryin' get paid
I get rich before they dig my grave
so many penetentary chances feds and
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 'cause fools are fonies
take heed I beyond and back
I live my life the lord, my homey, the greed and the back
I (Ughhhhhhh)

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

the Shocker]

you tell me nutin'
a little child runnin' wild
shed tears trough years it hard to smile
imagine homies dieing while standin' right there
my reality's your worst
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 if you wanna live there's rules to this shit
you can't break 'em if you be rich
and when my homey died and come back
I it was on nigga stressed god blessed
got his name on a
some of my prayers go out to my homies walked that path
I spray paint your name on the wall and I sit and laugh
you gotta make decisions make 'em all with
try to moves and avoid prison
I remember the first I laughed at the penetentary steel
when the told me spread lift the car I knew it was
now I was out there tryin' gain some strength
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 feel my (Ughhhhh)
i told my homey 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 on the streets tryin' get paid)
from the to the grave
some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the to the grave)
Back to reality (just some younsters on the streets get paid)
from the to the grave
just youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid