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 comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the streets
Chasin St.Ide's with some Seagrams Gin
Life is a dice 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 I mean, I'm out to claim King
my thing, do wild stakes my name'll reign

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

Ya had me stressin little son, had my rapidly pumpin
Niggas start a guttin behind the duckin
My ears rung, I punch a clip the guns
Got grazed in the arm, one hit my son
He was bleedin the head, I couldn't believe it
We was defeated, if it was a case I 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 went to stash the weapon, plus I'm relyin
On a to be open, goin in the building, it's a trap!
Police buckin at me, try to twist my dome back
up the staircase to the third floor
Reached behind the sink, throw the on the floor
Locked the door, police grabbed me up and 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"

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

Yo, it's the real kills, nobody moves, stand still!
you! Drop that ass off in a land-fill
Son bless me the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some weak
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
gettin sent up North, son I'm bett-er
Doin my on a low
wit them mobbers like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow, you never
He didn't even have to go
Unprepared, now six below
Y'know I'm chillin, I gots no for catchin feelings
Get that money I wants, some brothers 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 I gotta say is short not long
This nigga that I'm to dislike he got me fed
If he discontinue his bullshit he might be dead
him well and probably go way back
But I don't care if he's man doin shit like that
I the word gets back to him, cause I'll 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 just on when and how
Later on right now, spoke to Killa
He to chill for a while
But hard acting like everything is alright
I get the chills I see that nigga in my sight
A man walking, not only that he's still talkin (About what?)
About how and he did very 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 know him long anyway, so it
It's how things change(Word up!)

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