Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Easy

I a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag full of sess laced with hash
Phone calls from my niggas on the, other
Two childhood friends just died, I cry
A damn shame, will we ever change
And what remains a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments my Boo is true
I spend mo' time with my than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thing, that's the
I'll be damned if a thing changed, the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, knows
Ain't no love for us children, so we cold
Rag top down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie a proper ass,
It ain't easy, that's my
Drinking Tanqueray straight out the
Everybody wanna know if I'm
My baby mama gotta mind of silly games
And all the drama got me stressing like I'm hopeless, I cope
Me and the homies smoking roaches, we broke
Late hanging out til the sunrise getting high
the cops roll by
It easy, that's right

It easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay
It easy, being me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
It ain't easy, me
Will I see the penitentiary, or I stay free

I can't sleep niggas plotting on to me while I'm dreaming
Wake up sweaty and screaming, I can hear them suckers scheming
paranoid, problem is, them punks be fantasizing
A brother the bullet, open fire and I died
I wonder why the way it is, even now
Looking out for these killer kids, cause wild
Bill can you recognize a nigga representing
Doing twenty to life in San
calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nothing nice
Yo 'Pac, do something righteous with ya
And even you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
have you behind bars than triggers
But I'm ya down and holla Thug Life, licking shots
Til I see my niggas free on the
But no it easy,
Til I see my free, on the block, oh
It ain't

It easy, being me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
It easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or I stay free
It ain't easy, me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free

Lately reminiscing
Bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior hit the block
an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid a conscience, I'm having dreams
Of screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers
Through the years trying to a little green
I was only seventeen, when I started fiends
And I wish there was way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', cause these hard times make me wanna
Will I live to see tomorrow, am I off?
I hit the weed and then to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thugging, I go home
'Cause think I'm bugging, so now I'm in
This high cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't no bail, what
Do I do in these blues
Getting and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shaking they face me
Snakes ain't got enough to replace me
in this, living hell, listening to niggas yell
Trying to torture em to tell, I'm mail
But ain't nobody saying much, the same old
Is making bucks while these is getting fucked
violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be going on a vacation, meanwhile
It ain't
No it easy

It ain't easy, me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I free
It ain't easy, me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free