Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

On the scene from the 41st side of
We get the CREAM, laid up, love-love for
Cos I what I mean, I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my 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 to war and even more
Saw my man dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was
No, until we meet again, hold ya and stay strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to from police(Where?)
Sweatin as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the
I spot a jake on the creep down by weed spot(So what! )
a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I warn my man

Ya had me stressin little son, had my heart rapidly
Niggas start a guttin the bushes duckin
My ears rung, I punch a clip the guns
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 cryin(The temperature's risin)
I saw my man helpless, damn near on the of dyin
So to P I the iron

Kid you lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon, I'm relyin
On a door to be open, in the building, it's a trap!
buckin at me, they try to twist my dome back
Jetted up the staircase to the floor
Reached behind the sink, throw the heater on the
Locked the door, grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw
"So where's the gun we saw?"(I 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 drama kills, nobody moves, stand still!
Bottle you! Drop ass off in a land-fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got
With some niggas from the other over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em with the
Flip em like the clip, my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is I'll end up
Fuck gettin up North, son I'm bett-er
my dirt on a low
Fuckin wit mobbers like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow, you never
He didn't have to go there
Unprepared, now six below
I'm chillin, I gots no time for catchin feelings
Get money I wants, some brothers wanna act funny
But it's all I still die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah knock on

Triple L, rollin' while I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is not long
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 care if your man doin shit like that
I the word gets back to him, cause I'll screw him
He on my man and we got plans to do him
Lets get it over quick, I'm tired of waitin
no fair overhead there, we just debatin on when and how
Later on right now, spoke to Killa
He said to for a while
But it's hard acting like everything is
I get the chills when I see nigga in my sight
A dead man walking, not only that he's still (About what?)
About how and what he did often
You don't how much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the next not
Didn't know him anyway, so fuck it
funny how things change(Word up!)

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