Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

June 16, 1971, gave birth
To a hell raisin' son
See the tried 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 when will it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the

close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin', will I escape ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day
The way to advance and if you slang

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

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

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

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

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

And then the only other one that showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle 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 wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a line
niggas be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the

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

From the to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far, many G's hard
They that got was their name 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 me by my lonely so I married my Nina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't give a
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 nothin' to lose, payin' dues, you wanna die?
I get high my mission is a walk-by
You'd 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 cried, for my homies that died
The beginning is an ending, am I a slave
So I got to be brave from the to the grave

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