Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever wild the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' (Yeah)
lock me up for 12 days, I can't 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 scene from the side of Queens
We get the CREAM, laid up, love-love for
Cos I mean what I mean, I'm out to King
Doin my thing, do stakes my name'll reign

To all my peoples locked down comin back to
In the world once again ya bid was trife
While you was gone, we was to war and even more
Saw my man layin on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, ya head and stay strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th
Just as I the block
I spot a jake on the down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could my man

Ya had me little son, had my heart rapidly pumpin
start 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 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 on the verge of dyin
So to P I passed the

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, they try to twist my dome
Jetted up the to the third floor
behind the sink, throw the heater on the floor
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 from ya team"

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

Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, still!
Bottle you! Drop that ass off in a
Son me with the iron, I got beef
With some from the other side 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
Fuck gettin up North, son I'm bett-er
my dirt on a low
Fuckin wit them like a crowd
No you gonna blow, you never know
He didn't even 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 good I die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah on wood

Triple L, 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
him well and probably go way back
But I don't care if he's your man doin like that
I hope the word back to him, cause I'll screw him
He on my man and we got plans to do him
get it over with quick, I'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there, we just on when and how
on right now, spoke to Killa yesterday
He said to chill for a
But it's acting like everything is alright
I get the chills when I see that 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
know him long anyway, so fuck it
It's how things change(Word up!)

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