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 lock me up for 12 days, I can't
Now I'm a free man on the streets
Chasin St.Ide's with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a dice 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 what I mean, I'm out to King
Doin my thing, do wild my name'll reign

To all my peoples down comin back to life
In the world again though ya bid was trife
While you was gone, we was goin to war and even
Saw my man layin dead on the floor, kid I
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was
No, until we meet again, hold ya and stay strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my on a place to hide from police(Where?)
Sweatin as I'm runnin cross 12th Street
as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep down by weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of
I had to hurry so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin son, had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas 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 the head, I couldn't believe it
We was defeated, if it was a case I couldn't it
like cryin(The temperature's risin)
I saw my man helpless, damn near on the verge of
So to P I the iron

Kid you lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon, plus I'm
On a door to be open, in the building, it's a trap!
Police buckin at me, they try to my dome back
Jetted up the to the third floor
Reached behind the sink, the heater on the floor
Locked the door, grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw
"So the gun we saw?"(I don't 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 bless me the iron, I got beef
With some from the other side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, greet em the hollow-tips
Flip em the Gotti clip, my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is where end up
gettin sent up North, son I'm bett-er
Doin my on a low
Fuckin wit mobbers like a crowd
No you gonna blow, you never know
He didn't have to go there
Unprepared, now he's six
I'm chillin, I gots no time for catchin feelings
Get that money I wants, brothers wanna act funny
But it's all good I die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah on wood

Triple L, rollin' dice I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is short not
nigga that I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit he might be
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 shitted on my man and we got to do him
Lets get it with quick, I'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair there, we just debatin on when and how
Later on right now, to Killa yesterday
He said to for a while
But it's hard acting like everything is
I get the chills I see that nigga in my sight
A dead man walking, not only that still talkin (About what?)
how and what he did very often
You don't know how much I fiend to put his ass in a
One day my man and the he's not
know him long anyway, so fuck it
It's funny how change(Word up!)

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