Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

From the to the grave
Life never been easy 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 tried to smack me
But I smacked him

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

out the window of my drop top
I got my glock
Bustin' at when will it stop?
Now me are you scared of the dark?

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

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

Am I goin' to jail? at me bailin'
Commin' out the court house all about my and bank
die, be a hustler mothafuckas and makin' thugs out you suckas
From the to the grave

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

From the cradle to the grave, a little bitty child
I've been known to get ill and kinda wild
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 always workin', tryin' to make ends meet
So now a young niggas raised by the streets

And then the only other one that showed 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 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 thin
Young be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the to the grave, from 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, G's died hard
They know that got was their name up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' the times

Life goes on, I'm steady in this land
As the war I got no home
have no friends neither
It's 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 plug a nigga
Mama told me not to no punks

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

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

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

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

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

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

So now it's on from 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 steady dodgin'
I never flip flop, hear my glock cock thug I drop

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

the cradle to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the
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 sell my soul as a young
All the things I did wishin' held me
But they did

I can't it, will I make it to my older age?
Before I'm shot up or locked up in a cage
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' on my mind and my Tech-9

I got to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high then my is a walk-by
You'd jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm commin'
runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm gunnin'

One in the chamber for the anger that I inside
For the mothers cried, for my homies that died
The is an ending, am I just a slave
So I got to be brave from the to the grave

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