Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

June 16, 1971, mama gave
To a hell heavenly son
See the doctor tried to me
But I him back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Surveillance on a nigga day
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to make meet
So now a young bein' raised by the streets

And then the only other one that ever showed me
Was my fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A thug, just me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts, one black and one of

Now I don't hurt nobody but I must defend mine
It's all the I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, the cradle to the grave

From the cradle to the
Life ain't been easy, living in the ghetto

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

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

I keeps her wherever I go, I my ho
leave home with out my sugar
I'm hafta a nigga
Mama told me not to no punks

And kick his ass if he lay a on me
Since then I known
Sometimes I my own self stupid
I stay shootin' at marks
Get up in police reports

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

But now I'm through money
And with street fame
Somebody my cap
And put me in my

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

18th, that rainy day, my mama gave 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 filled with pain, it's a fuckin' shame
The white man got a mothafucka cane

So now it's on from dusk to I get my serve on
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' 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
on my bunk reminiscing about the good times
It's fucked up a nigga gotta grow up doing
But the cradle to the grave I'ma put in work

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

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

I can't take it, will I make it to my older
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a cage
Lord, help me, guide me, me
'Cause the way that Daddy raised me crazy

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

I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you die?
I get high then my mission is a
You'd better jet when I hit your set I'm commin'
runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm gunnin'

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

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