Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever wild the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one comin' always (Yeah)
lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the again
Chasin St.Ide's with some Seagrams Gin
is like a dice game and I'm in to win

On the scene the 41st side of Queens
We get the CREAM, up, love-love for dame
Cos I mean I mean, I'm out to claim King
my thing, do wild stakes my name'll reign

To all my peoples locked down comin to life
In the once again though ya bid was trife
While you was gone, we was goin to war and even
Saw my man dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we again, hold ya head and stay strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross Street
Just as I approach the
I spot a jake on the down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the plus a change of plans
I had to back so I could warn my man

Ya had me little son, had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung, I punch a clip into the
Got in the arm, one slug hit my son
He was from the head, I couldn't believe it
We was defeated, if it was a I couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin(The risin)
I saw my man helpless, damn near on the of dyin
So to P I the iron

Kid you lyin!
I to stash the murder weapon, plus I'm relyin
On a door to be open, goin in the building, a trap!
Police buckin at me, try to twist my dome back
Jetted up the to the third floor
Reached behind the sink, throw the heater on the
Locked the door, police grabbed me up and to break my jaw
"So the gun we saw?"(I don't know! )
"We know you was there at the homicide scene"(I nuttin! )
"And if it wasn't you, was somebody ya team"

the cradle to the grave
(Straight from the cradle to the grave!)

Yo, it's the real kills, nobody moves, stand still!
Bottle you! Drop ass off in a land-fill
Son bless me the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the other side some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em the hollow-tips
Flip em like the clip, my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is where end up
Fuck gettin up North, son I'm bett-er
my dirt on a low
Fuckin wit them mobbers a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow, you never
He didn't have to go there
Unprepared, now six below
Y'know I'm chillin, I gots no time for catchin
Get money I wants, some brothers wanna act funny
But it's all good I still die for the
For my peoples, knock on wood

Triple L, rollin' dice I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is not long
This nigga that I'm to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his he might be dead
Know him and probably go way back
But I care if he's your man doin shit like that
I hope the word gets back to him, cause I'll him
He shitted on my man and we got to do him
Lets get it over with quick, I'm of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there, we debatin on when and how
Later on right now, to Killa yesterday
He said to chill for a
But it's acting like everything is alright
I get the chills I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking, not only that he's still (About what?)
About how and he did very often
You know how much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the next not
know him long anyway, so fuck it
It's how things change(Word up!)

From the cradle to the
(Straight from the cradle to the grave!)