Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

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

To all my peoples locked down comin back to
In the world again though ya bid was trife
you was gone, we was goin to war and even more
Saw my man layin dead on the floor, kid I
That our will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, hold ya and stay strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm cross 12th Street
Just as I the block
I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of
I had to hurry back so I warn my man

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

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

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

Yo, it's the real drama kills, moves, stand still!
you! Drop that ass off in a land-fill
Son me with the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the
Flip em the Gotti clip, my crew shift the body shift
The to the grave is where I'll end up
Fuck gettin sent up North, son I'm
Doin my on a low
Fuckin wit them like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow, you know
He even have to go there
Unprepared, now he's six
Y'know I'm chillin, I gots no for catchin feelings
Get that money I wants, brothers wanna act funny
But all good I still die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah on wood

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

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