Luyện nghe bài hát Life's So Hard

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

Hard on a (yeah it is, yeah 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)

- chorus 2X throughout]
Daz in this
Alright bwoy, that shit
Whassup Always listen to that shit?
ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me

Verse

Travel through my am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered took out the game
As I sit here puffin on a
Gotta be ready, know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to up
and duck 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to my back
These are the made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and broke pullin six figures
Oooh, can you do
you can't trust your crew, time to bust 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 liquor and spit my sick thoughts,

Verse

to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muhfucker that can outrun a
It's them Life niggaz, them done like triggers
Got these wannabes and they jockin like bitches
Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, on
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm that spinach
and strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry
but I gotta call my homey see 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 I'ma let made nigga worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me
Ain't no slippin you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?

2X

Verse

bow down let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs 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 are fiendin tonight
Ain't livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm stressin
All I want is my muhfuckin money, ain't no
try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that
I'd rather die young than die old and
why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, with the homies
But now I'm bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?)
But haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

2X

Verse

Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no to cop cars
Gettin arrested and wearin a vest 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 tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is to stress off a niggaz shit
A young never had a prayer to prevail
And all my peers doin years up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a crew
And creep around with them Pound niggaz too
And now we rich ain't no bitch can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, we fuck sluts
Bust then I cut, that's my new thang
And motherfuckers got on

2X

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 piece of it, you me?
not about the nice guy
It's the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't doin nothin
(Chorus in background)
You ain't really nothin
These motherfuckin po-po's and these folks
got it all locked up for us to
See how they did O.J., and they doin like that all day
So if you watch your motherfuckin stack
believe me, this be your last breath...

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