Luyện nghe bài hát Life's So Hard

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

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

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

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

Verse

Travel through my mind am I blind a shame
Young gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit puffin on a cigarette
Gotta be ready, know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to up
and duck muhfucker 'fore I buck
It's crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played
While you starvin and broke they 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 this Hennesey, tell me, do you me?
Heyyy, I no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts,

Verse

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

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Verse

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

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Verse

Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop
Gettin arrested and wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my send mail from jail
Niggaz in 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 years locked up in jail
can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we ain't no bitch than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck
nuts then I cut, that's my new thang
And got on do-rags

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

2X to fade