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, damn 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 hard on a nigga you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)

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

Verse

Travel through my mind am I blind it's a
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight 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 I buck mine
gettin crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the made niggaz, you been played nigga
While you starvin and broke they 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 this Hennesey, me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I no remorse
as I take another sip of my liquor and my sick thoughts, oooh

Verse

to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the first muhfucker that can outrun a
them Thug Life niggaz, them done like triggers
Got these punk and they jockin like bitches
Now my riches is hoe-zone, it's on
Fuck a mystery, do you get with me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that
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 my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga me
Catch me slippin, empty the and bury me
Hell nah have to plug me twice
no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see?

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Verse

Never bow down let these bitches crawl
I'm a Thug and these Thugs only ball
Ain't no half here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a
Me and my bitch named are fiendin tonight
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 scissors and get to clippin dick
I'd rather die young die old and broke
That's why I stay drunk, and I smoke
My as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't me (Who? Who?)
But haters can't fade me (Why?)
Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you

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Verse

Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop
Gettin and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards
My is hectic my homies send mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got horrible stories to tell
I'm catchin cases and still tryin to a grip
The IRS is to stress off a niggaz shit
A young never had a prayer to prevail
And all my doin years locked up in jail
can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
And creep around with them Dogg niggaz too
And now we rich ain't no 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 get paid
Nigga can work for his money all day and
still never see a piece of it, you me?
It's not the nice guy
It's the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really nothin
(Chorus in background)
You ain't really makin
These motherfuckin and these pink 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 don't watch your motherfuckin
believe me, could be your last breath...

2X to fade