Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

16, 1971, mama gave birth
To a hell heavenly son
See the doctor to smack me
But I him back

My words were
"Thug for life" and "Papa the Mac"
I'm bustin' on these mothafuckas
Listen you can hear my 14 callin'

From out the window of my top
I got my cocked
Bustin' at niggas when it stop?
Now tell me are you scared of the

Can't close my eyes I see
And even this thug livin', will I escape prison ?
chances was an all day thang
The way to advance and if you slang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the cradle to the grave, I'm glad to say
I made it this far, G's died hard
They that got was their name here up on a wall
It's sad about the times

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

I her wherever I go, I love my ho
leave home with out my sugar
I'm hafta plug a
Mama told me not to trust no

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

Since the cradle, been ungrateful
My toy was a gun
I got sprung and learn to love

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

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

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave
To a baby boy, trapped in hell on
From day one it fun I never 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 short so now I sling dope
In a game filled with pain, a fuckin' shame
The white man got a slingin' cane

So now on from dusk to dawn I get my serve on
Always in the with my glock slingin' rocks at the rocks
The don't stop I'm steady dodgin' cops
I never flop, hear my glock cock thug till I drop

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

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

movin' fast, will I last another day?
So I and I lay with my A-K
Did I my soul as a young kid?
All the things I did someone held me
But they did

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

Do or die, nigga, pull the trigger don't a fuck
You'd rather be in than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, me against the world
murder on my mind and my Tech-9

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

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

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