Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

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

June 16, 1971, mama birth
To a hell heavenly son
See the doctor tried to me
But I smacked him

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

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

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

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

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

From the to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto

From the to the grave, since a little bitty child
been known to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop, pop, just like the part in my walk with street talk
Go runnin' up the block in the dark with spark

Surveillance on a every day
on my daddy just to take his ass away
Now Mama always workin', tryin' to make meet
So now a young bein' raised by the streets

And then the only other one that ever me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on
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 I got, so stop and walk a thin line
niggas be brave and keep on thuggin'
From the cradle to the grave, from the cradle to the

From the to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto

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

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

I keeps her wherever I go, I my ho
Never leave home out my sugar
I'm plug a nigga
told me not to trust no punks

And kick his ass if he lay a on me
Since then I known
Sometimes I think my own stupid
'Cause I stay at marks
Get twisted up in police

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

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

the cradle to the grave
Life ain't never been easy, in the ghetto
From the cradle to the
Life never 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 fun I never had a crumb
Daddy two jobs and Mama won't stop drinkin' rum

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

So now it's on 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 flip flop, hear my cock thug till I drop

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

From the cradle to the
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto
the cradle to the grave
Life never been easy, living in the ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

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