Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

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

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

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

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

Better have Nikes on 'cause when we fight
It's in the of the night with no lights on
Hey, there must be a God 'cause I feel
Paranoid out my mind, mothafucka's tryin' 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 and makin' thugs out you suckas
the cradle to the grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I keeps her wherever I go, I my ho
Never leave home with out my
I'm hafta a nigga
Mama me not to trust no punks

And his ass if he lay a hand on me
Since then I known
Sometimes I my own self 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 with street fame
peeled my cap
And put me in my

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

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

I tried to loc but my family's broke
And my pocket's so now I gotta sling dope
In a game filled with pain, it's a shame
The white man got a mothafucka slingin'

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

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

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

Time's movin' fast, will I another day?
So I and I lay with my A-K
Did I my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did someone held 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
'Cause that's the way that raised me crazy

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't a fuck
rather be in jail than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, me against the world
Keepin' on my mind and my Tech-9

I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you die?
I get high my mission is a walk-by
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 build
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that
The beginning is an ending, am I just a
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
From the to the grave
ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto