Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever wild 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 again
Chasin St.Ide's down with some Gin
is like a dice game 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 what I mean, I'm out to claim King
my thing, do wild stakes my name'll reign

To all my peoples locked down comin to life
In the world once again though ya bid was
While you was gone, we was goin to war and even
Saw my man dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will 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 cross 12th Street
Just as I 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 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 into the
Got in the arm, one slug hit my son
He was from 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 the murder weapon, plus I'm relyin
On a door to be open, goin in the building, 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 on the floor
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 from the motherfuckin to the grave!)

Yo, it's the real drama kills, moves, stand still!
Bottle you! that ass off in a land-fill
Son me with the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the side over some weak shit
Load up the heaters, em with the hollow-tips
Flip em like the Gotti clip, my shift the body shift
The to the grave is where I'll end up
Fuck sent up North, son I'm bett-er
Doin my on a low
Fuckin wit them like a crowd
No doubt you gonna blow, you know
He didn't have to go there
Unprepared, now he's six
Y'know I'm chillin, I gots no time for feelings
Get that money I wants, some brothers wanna act
But it's all good I die for the hood
For my peoples, yeah on wood

L, rollin' dice while I put you on
To the drama what I say is short not long
This nigga 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 he's your man shit like that
I hope the word back to him, cause I'll screw him
He on my man and we got plans to do him
Lets get it over quick, I'm tired of waitin
no fair overhead there, we just debatin on when and how
Later on right now, spoke to yesterday
He to chill 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 that he's still 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 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!)