Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one comin' always (Yeah)
They me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the streets
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Gin
Life is like a game and I'm in to win

On the scene from the 41st side of
We get the CREAM, laid up, for dame
Cos I mean what I mean, I'm out to claim
my thing, do wild 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 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, hold ya head and strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin 12th Street
as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I warn my man

Ya had me little son, had my heart rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a guttin 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 couldn't it
We was defeated, if it was a I couldn't beat it
Felt like cryin(The risin)
I saw my man helpless, near on the verge of dyin
So to P I the iron

Kid you lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon, I'm relyin
On a door to be open, in the building, it's a trap!
Police at me, they try to twist my dome back
Jetted up the to the third floor
Reached behind the sink, throw the heater on the
the door, police 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 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 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 mobbers a crowd
No you gonna blow, you never know
He didn't even have to go
Unprepared, now he's six
Y'know I'm chillin, I no time for catchin feelings
Get that money I wants, some wanna act funny
But it's all good I still die for the
For my peoples, yeah on wood

L, rollin' dice while I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is short not
This nigga that I'm to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't his bullshit 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 hope the word gets back to him, cause screw him
He on my man and we got plans to do him
Lets get it over with quick, I'm of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there, we debatin on when and how
Later on right now, to Killa yesterday
He to chill for a while
But it's hard acting like everything is
I get the chills when I see nigga in my sight
A dead man walking, not only that still talkin (About what?)
About how and what he did very
You don't know how I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the next not
Didn't him long anyway, so fuck it
It's how things change(Word up!)

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