Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

June 16, 1971, mama gave
To a hell raisin' son
See the doctor tried to me
But I him back

My first words
"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 me are you scared of the dark?

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

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

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

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

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

on a nigga every day
Waitin' on my daddy to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin', to make 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 defend mine
It's all the I got, so stop and walk a thin line
niggas be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, the cradle to the grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on
From day one it fun I never had a crumb
Daddy worked two jobs and Mama won't 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 pain, it's a fuckin' shame
The man got a mothafucka slingin' cane

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

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

the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never 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 soul as a 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, me, guide me, save me
'Cause the way that Daddy raised me crazy

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

I got nothin' to lose, dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high my mission is a walk-by
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 that died
The beginning is an ending, am I a slave
So I got to be brave from the cradle to the

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