Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I comprehend
Now I'm a man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a game and I'm in to win

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

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

Ya had me little son, had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas a guttin behind the bushes 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 case I beat it
like 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 to stash the murder weapon, plus I'm relyin
On a to be open, goin in the building, it's a trap!
Police buckin at me, they try to twist my back
up the staircase to the third floor
Reached behind the sink, the heater on the floor
Locked the door, police grabbed me up and tryed to 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 to the grave
(Straight the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!)

Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, still!
Bottle you! that ass off in a land-fill
Son bless me the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the other over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, em with the hollow-tips
Flip em the Gotti clip, my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is I'll end up
gettin sent up North, son I'm bett-er
Doin my on a low
Fuckin wit them mobbers like a
No doubt you gonna blow, you never
He even have to go there
Unprepared, now he's six
I'm chillin, I gots no time for catchin feelings
Get that money I wants, some wanna act funny
But it's all I still die for the hood
For my peoples, knock on wood

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

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