Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever wild from the cradle to the
Kid, watch back, one time's comin' always (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I can't
Now I'm a man on the streets again
St.Ide's down with 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, 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 down comin back to life
In the world once again ya bid was trife
While you was gone, we was goin to war and more
Saw my man dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, hold ya head and strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin 12th Street
as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of
I had to hurry back so I could my man

Ya had me stressin little son, had my rapidly pumpin
start a guttin behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung, I a clip into the guns
Got in the arm, one slug 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 verge of
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, in the building, it's a trap!
Police buckin at me, they try to twist my back
Jetted up the to the third floor
Reached 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 you, was somebody from ya team"

From the cradle to the
(Straight the motherfuckin cradle 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 the iron, I got beef
With niggas from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, em with the hollow-tips
em like the Gotti clip, my crew shift the body shift
The to the grave is where I'll end up
Fuck sent up North, son I'm bett-er
my dirt on a low
Fuckin wit them mobbers a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow, you never
He didn't have to go there
Unprepared, now he's six
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 still die for the
For my peoples, yeah knock on

Triple L, rollin' dice I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is not long
This that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he be dead
him well and probably go way back
But I don't care if he's your man 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
get it over with quick, I'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there, we just debatin on 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 when I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking, not only that he's talkin (About what?)
About how and what he did often
You know how much 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!)

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