Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

From the to the grave
Life ain't never been living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the
Life ain't been easy

June 16, 1971, mama birth
To a raisin' heavenly son
See the tried to smack me
But I smacked him

My first were
"Thug for life" and "Papa the Mac"
I'm bustin' on mothafuckas ballin'
Listen you can my mini 14 callin'

From out the window of my top
I got my cocked
Bustin' at niggas when it stop?
Now tell me are you of the dark?

Can't close my eyes I see
And even with this thug livin', I escape prison ?
chances was an all day thang
The way to advance and if you slang

Better have your Nikes on 'cause when we
in the middle of the night with no lights on
Hey, there must be a God I feel lucky
Paranoid out my mind, this mothafucka's to rush me

Am I goin' to jail? at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house all my mail and bank
Never die, be a hustler and makin' thugs out you suckas
From the cradle to the

From the to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, since a bitty child
been known to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the part in my walk with street talk
Go runnin' up the block in the dark less spark

Surveillance on a every day
on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to make ends
So now a young niggas raised by the streets

And then the other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama out on our own
So I got two gatts, one and one of chrome

Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must mine
all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggas be and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the

From the to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, living in the

From the cradle to the grave, I'm to say
I made it this far, many G's died
They know that got was their name up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' the times

Life goes on, I'm steady lost in land
As the war zone I got no
Don't have no neither
It's me by my lonely so I married my Nina

I keeps her I go, I love my ho
Never leave home out my sugar
I'm hafta plug a
Mama told me not to trust no

And his ass if he lay a hand on me
Since then I been
Sometimes I think my own stupid
'Cause I stay at marks
Get twisted up in police

Since the cradle, been ungrateful
My toy was a gun
I got sprung and to love weapons

But now I'm through with
And through with fame
peeled my cap
And put me in my

the cradle to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the to the grave
Life ain't been easy, living in the ghetto

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama birth
To a baby boy, in hell on earth
day one it wasn't fun I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and won't stop drinkin' rum

I tried to cope loc but my family's
And my short so now I gotta sling dope
In a game filled with pain, it's a fuckin'
The white man got a mothafucka cane

So now it's on from dusk to I get my serve on
Always in the with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks
The shit don't stop I'm steady dodgin'
I flip flop, hear my glock cock thug till I drop

And if I hit the pen I do my time
Sittin' on my bunk reminiscing about the times
It's fucked up a nigga gotta up doing dirt
But from the to the grave I'ma put in work

the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never easy, living in the ghetto
From the to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto

Time's movin' fast, I last another day?
So I and I lay with my A-K
Did I sell my soul as a young
All the I did wishin' someone held me
But they did

I can't it, will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin'
Lord, me, guide me, save me
'Cause that's the way that Daddy raised me

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger give a fuck
You'd rather be in than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me against the
Keepin' murder on my and my Tech-9

I got to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high my mission is a walk-by
better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm commin'
Start runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm

One in the chamber for the anger I build inside
For the mothers that cried, for my that died
The beginning is an ending, am I a slave
So I got to be from the cradle to the grave

the cradle to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the to the grave
ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto