Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever wild from the to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't
Now I'm a man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's with some Seagrams Gin
is like a dice game 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 stakes my name'll reign

To all my peoples locked down back to life
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 will 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 from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin cross 12th
as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to back so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin little son, had my heart pumpin
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 bleedin the head, I couldn't 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 on the verge of dyin
So to P I the iron

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

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

Yo, the real drama 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 side over some weak shit
up the heaters, greet em with the hollow-tips
Flip em like the Gotti clip, my crew shift the body
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 like a
No doubt you blow, you never know
He didn't even have to go
Unprepared, now he's six
Y'know I'm chillin, I gots no time for feelings
Get that money I wants, some brothers act funny
But it's all I still die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah knock on

Triple L, dice while I put you on
To the what I gotta say is short not long
nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be
Know him well and probably go way
But I don't care if he's your man doin shit 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 with quick, I'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there, we debatin on when and how
Later on right now, spoke to yesterday
He said to for a while
But it's acting like everything is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my
A dead man walking, not only that he's still (About what?)
how and what he did very often
You don't know how I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the he's not
Didn't him long anyway, so fuck it
It's how things change(Word up!)

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