Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

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

My first were
"Thug for life" and "Papa the Mac"
I'm bustin' on mothafuckas ballin'
you can hear my mini 14 callin'

From out the of my drop top
I got my cocked
Bustin' at when will it stop?
Now me are you scared of the dark?

Can't my eyes I see visions
And even with this livin', will I escape prison ?
Penitentiary chances was an all day
The only way to and if you slang

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

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

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

From the to the grave, since a little bitty child
I've been to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the part that's in my with street talk
Go runnin' up the in the dark 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 bein' raised by the

And then the only other one that ever showed me
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 black and one of

Now I don't wanna hurt but I must defend mine
It's all the fuck I got, so stop and walk a line
Young niggas be brave and keep on
the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the grave

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

March 18th, that rainy day, my mama gave
To a boy, trapped in hell on earth
From day one it wasn't fun I never had a
worked two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum

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

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

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

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

Time's fast, will I last another day?
So I pray and I lay my A-K
Did I sell my as a young kid?
All the things I did wishin' held me
But never did

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

Do or die, nigga, the trigger don't give a fuck
You'd be in jail than get your ass bucked
Nobody cares, it's me the world
Keepin' on my mind and my Tech-9

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

One in the chamber for the anger that I inside
For the that cried, for my homies that died
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 never easy, living in the ghetto
the cradle to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto