Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Easy

I take a of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
bag full of sess weed laced with hash
Phone from my niggas on the, other side
Two childhood friends died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever
And what from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments my Boo is true
I mo' time with my niggas than I do with you
But everywhere the same thing, that's the game
I'll be if a thing changed, fuck the fame
I'll be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord
Ain't no for us ghetto children, so we cold
Rag top slowing down, time to for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie with a ass,
It ain't easy, that's my
Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody know if I'm insane
My baby mama gotta mind full of silly
And all the drama got me stressing I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the homies smoking roaches, cause we
Late night hanging out til the sunrise high
the cops roll by
It ain't easy, right

It easy, being me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
It easy, being me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
It easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I free

I can't sleep niggas on to kill me while I'm dreaming
Wake up sweaty and screaming, cause I can hear them suckers
Probably paranoid, problem is, them be fantasizing
A brother bite the bullet, open fire and I
I wonder why this the way it is, now
Looking out for these killer kids, cause wild
Bill Clinton can you recognize a representing
Doing to life in San Quentin
Getting calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, ain't nice
Yo 'Pac, do righteous with ya life
And even you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
Rather have you behind bars than
But I'm hold ya 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 ain't easy, me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free
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

Lately reminiscing
Bout Peppermint Schnapps in Junior High hit the
Keep an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang
It's the kid without a conscience, I'm having dreams
Of hearing screams at my concerts, me all my peers
Through the years trying to stack a green
I was only seventeen, when I started fiends
And I wish there was another way to a dollar
So my apoli', cause hard times make me wanna holler
I live to see tomorrow, am I falling off?
I hit the and then proceed to say fuck all of y'all
nobody down with me I'm thugging, I can't go home
'Cause think I'm bugging, so now I'm in
high powered cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't no bail, what
Do I do in these county
Getting battered and bruised by the you who
And these fakes get to shaking they face me
Snakes ain't got enough to replace me
Sitting in this, living hell, listening to yell
Trying to torture em to tell, I'm getting
But ain't nobody saying much, the old nuts
Is making while these sluts is getting fucked
violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be going on a vacation, meanwhile
It ain't
No it easy

It easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or I stay free
It easy, being me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free