Luyện nghe bài hát Life's So Hard

Ma-ah-an, it easy
They got me cold-hearted
Probation, violation,
Frustration, you
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start
It's hard! Hard on a

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

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

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

One:

Travel through my am I blind it's a shame
niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a
be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, to hurry up
and duck muhfucker 'fore I mine
It's crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch niggaz, you been played nigga
you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
Oooh, can you do
when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm
on Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I no remorse
as I another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

Verse

Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, pull it
I'm the first muhfucker that can a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz, them like triggers
Got these punk and they jockin like bitches
Now my is gettin hoe-zone, it's on
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin spinach
and stayin to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, baby
but I call my homey see what he say
I ain't got no time, I get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch 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

2X

Verse

Never bow down let these other bitches
I'm a Thug and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin
Ain't livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin
All I is my muhfuckin money, ain't no question
try to stall little 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 stay drunk, and I constantly
My as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, me do you see?

2X

Verse

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

2X

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

2X to fade