Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

June 16, 1971, mama 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 my mini 14 callin'

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

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

Better have Nikes on 'cause when we fight
in the middle of the night with no lights on
Hey, must 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 house all about my mail and bank
die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' thugs out you suckas
From the cradle to the

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

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

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

And then the only other one that showed me love
Was my fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, me, my mama 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 I got, so stop and walk a thin line
Young niggas be brave and keep on
From the cradle to the grave, 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 know that got was their here up on a wall
It's sad about the times

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

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

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

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

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

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

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave
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 to cope 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 from dusk to dawn I get my on
Always in the spot with my slingin' rocks at the rocks
The don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip flop, hear my glock cock thug till I

And if I hit the pen I do my time
on my bunk reminiscing about the good times
It's fucked up a nigga grow up doing dirt
But from the cradle to the 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 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 as a young kid?
All the things I did someone held me
But they did

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

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

I got nothin' to lose, dues, nigga you wanna 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 chamber for the anger that I build
For the mothers that cried, for my homies that
The beginning is an ending, am I a slave
So I got to be from the cradle to the grave

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