Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

June 16, 1971, mama birth
To a hell heavenly son
See the doctor tried to 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 glock
Bustin' at niggas when it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the

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

Better your 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 lucky
Paranoid out my mind, mothafucka's tryin' to rush me

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

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

From the to the grave, since a little bitty child
I've been to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the that's 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 to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to ends meet
So now a young niggas bein' raised by the

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

Now I wanna hurt nobody but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a line
Young niggas be and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the to the grave

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

the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I it this far, many G's died hard
They know that got was their name up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' about the

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

I keeps her I go, I love my ho
Never leave with out my sugar
I'm hafta a nigga
Mama told me not to trust no

And kick his ass if he lay a on me
Since then I known
Sometimes I think my own self
'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 through street fame
Somebody my cap
And put me in my

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

March 18th, that rainy day, my gave birth
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on
From day one it wasn't fun I had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and won't stop drinkin' rum

I tried to cope loc but my family's
And my pocket's short so now I sling dope
In a filled with 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 I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flip flop, hear my cock thug till I drop

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

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

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

I can't take it, I make it to my older 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
You'd 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 wanna
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 homies that
The beginning is an ending, am I just a
So I got to be brave the cradle to the grave

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