Luyện nghe bài hát Life's So Hard

Ma-ah-an, it ain't
They got me cold-hearted
Probation, violation,
Frustration, you
Fuck that, nigga near bouts to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a

Hard on a (yeah it is, yeah it is)
*whispered* Kill kill kill, murder murder
out nigga!

Chorus: Now me do you see
Life's so on a nigga when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)

[Tupac - 2X throughout]
Daz in this
bwoy, drop that shit
Whassup man? Always to that shit?
ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

Verse

through my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the
As I sit puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, know who's plottin on a niggaz death
are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muhfucker 'fore I buck
gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my
These are the bitch made niggaz, you played nigga
While you starvin and broke pullin six figures
Oooh, can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to out the twenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm
on Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I no remorse
as I take another sip of my and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

Verse

Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma it
I'm the first muhfucker that can a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz, done like triggers
Got these punk wannabes and they like bitches
Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, on
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get me, then let's bone
I'ma her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach
and stayin to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, baby
but I gotta my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot
And ain't no way let bitch made nigga worry me
me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to me twice
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you

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Verse

Never bow down let these bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I to get paid
Now my gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin
Ain't nobody safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin
All I want is my muhfuckin money, no question
Don't try to stall trick, cause we hit
So bring in the and get to clippin that dick
I'd rather die than die old and broke
That's why I drunk, and I constantly smoke
My as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and crazy, tell me do you see?

2X

Verse

Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a and don't drop my guards
My life is my homies send mail from jail
in Hell got some horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz
A young never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years up in jail
can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we ain't no bitch than can touch us
And a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new
And motherfuckers got on

2X

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get
Nigga can for his money all motherfuckin day and
never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not the nice guy
It's bout the motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really nothin
(Chorus in background)
You ain't makin nothin
motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks
got it all up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they niggaz like that all day
So if you don't watch your motherfuckin
believe me, this be your last breath...

2X to fade