Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

From the cradle to the
ain't never been easy living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the
Life ain't never easy

June 16, 1971, gave birth
To a hell raisin' son
See the doctor to smack me
But I him back

My first words
"Thug for life" and "Papa the Mac"
I'm bustin' on these ballin'
Listen you can my mini 14 callin'

out the window of my drop top
I got my glock
Bustin' at when will it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the

close my eyes I see visions
And even with this thug livin', I escape prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day
The only way to advance and if you

Better have your Nikes on 'cause when we
It's in the middle of the night with no on
Hey, there must be a God I feel lucky
Paranoid out my mind, this mothafucka's tryin' to me

Am I goin' to jail? Look at me
Commin' out the court house all my mail and bank
Never die, be a hustler mothafuckas and thugs out you suckas
From the cradle to the

From the cradle to the
Life ain't never easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, since a little child
I've been known to get ill and kinda buck
Pop, pop, just like the part that's in my with street talk
Go runnin' up the block in the with less spark

Surveillance on a nigga day
Waitin' on my daddy just to take his ass
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to ends meet
So now a young niggas raised by the streets

And then the only other one that showed me love
Was my dope uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, me, my mama out here on our own
So I got two gatts, one and one of chrome

Now I don't wanna hurt nobody but I must defend
It's all the fuck I got, so stop and a thin line
Young niggas be and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the

From the to the grave
Life ain't been easy, living in the ghetto

From the cradle to the grave, I'm to say
I made it this far, many G's died
They know that got was their name up on a wall
It's sad thinkin' the times

Life goes on, I'm steady lost in this
As the war I got no home
Don't have no neither
just me by my lonely so I married my Nina

I keeps her wherever I go, I my ho
Never leave home with out my
I'm hafta plug a
Mama told me not to trust no

And his ass if he lay a hand on me
then I been known
Sometimes I think my own self
'Cause I stay shootin' at
Get twisted up in reports

Since the cradle, I've ungrateful
My toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to weapons

But now I'm through with
And through with street
peeled my cap
And put me in my

From the cradle to the
Life ain't never easy, living in the ghetto
the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto

March 18th, that day, my mama gave birth
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on
From day one it wasn't fun I had a crumb
Daddy worked two and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum

I to cope loc but my family's broke
And my pocket's so now I gotta sling dope
In a game filled with pain, it's a fuckin'
The white man got a mothafucka cane

So now it's on from dusk to dawn I get my on
Always in the spot my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks
The shit don't stop I'm steady cops
I never flip flop, hear my glock thug till I drop

And if I hit the pen I do my time
on my bunk reminiscing about the good times
It's fucked up a nigga grow up doing dirt
But from the cradle to the grave I'ma put in

From the cradle to the
ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the to the grave
ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto

Time's movin' fast, will I another day?
So I and I lay with my A-K
Did I sell my soul as a young
All the things I did someone held me
But never did

I can't take it, will I make it to my age?
I'm shot up or locked up in a fuckin' cage
Lord, help me, me, save me
'Cause that's the way that Daddy me crazy

Do or die, nigga, pull the don't give a fuck
You'd rather be in jail get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me the world
Keepin' murder on my mind and my

I got to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high then my is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set I'm commin'
runnin', yellin', "Evil mind", as I'm gunnin'

One in the for the anger that I build inside
For the mothers that cried, for my homies died
The beginning is an ending, am I just a
So I got to be brave the cradle to the grave

From the to the grave
ain't never been easy, living in the ghetto
From the cradle to the
Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto