Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

June 16, 1971, gave birth
To a raisin' heavenly son
See the doctor to smack me
But I him back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Life goes on, I'm lost in this land
As the war I got no home
have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my

I keeps her I go, I love my ho
Never leave home with out my
I'm plug a nigga
Mama told me not to no punks

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

Since the cradle, I've ungrateful
My toy was a gun
I got and learn to love weapons

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

From the 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
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama stop drinkin' rum

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

So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my on
Always in the spot with my glock slingin' at the rocks
The shit don't stop I'm steady cops
I never flip flop, hear my glock cock thug till I

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

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

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

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

Do or die, nigga, the trigger don't give a fuck
You'd rather be in jail than get your ass
cares, it's me against the world
Keepin' on my mind and my Tech-9

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

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

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