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 damn near to start basin
It's hard! Hard on a

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 you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)

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

Verse

Travel my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight out the game
As I sit here 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 gettin crazy and strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker to watch my back
These are the made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and they pullin six figures
Oooh, can you do
when you can't trust crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm
on this Hennesey, me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I have no
as I take another sip of my and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

Verse

Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, pull it
I'm the muhfucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz, them 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 let's
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin spinach
and stayin strong to the and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry
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, I'll shoot
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made worry me
me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to me twice
Ain't no slippin when you for Life, motherfucker can you see?

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Verse

bow down let these other bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs ball
Ain't no half steppin here, the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I 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 muhfuckin money, no question
Don't try to stall little trick, we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that
I'd die young than die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them bitches know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters fade 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 ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies send mail jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible to tell
I'm catchin and still tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a shit
A young nigga never had a prayer to
And all my peers doin locked up in jail
can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep with them Dogg Pound niggaz too
And now we rich ain't no bitch than can us
And it's a trip, how we clown, we fuck sluts
Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new
And got on do-rags

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Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get
Nigga can for his money all motherfuckin day and
still see a piece of it, you understand me?
not about the nice guy
It's bout the hardworkin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't doin nothin
(Chorus in background)
You ain't makin nothin
These motherfuckin and these pink folks
got it all up for us to fail
See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like all day
So if you watch your motherfuckin stack
believe me, this could be last breath...

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