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 bouts to start
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 on a nigga when you livin like a G
(repeat 2X)

[Tupac - chorus 2X
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 mind am I blind a shame
niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game
As I sit puffin on a cigarette
be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, to hurry up
and duck 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin crazy and strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but a motherfucker down to watch my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been 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 have no
as I another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

Verse

to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it
I'm the muhfucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug Life niggaz, them done like
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, then let's
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm that spinach
and stayin strong to the and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry
but I gotta call my see what he say
I ain't got no time, I gotta get
I keep my mind on my loot, I'll everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch nigga worry me
Catch me slippin, empty the clip and me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me
Ain't no slippin you Thug 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 only ball
Ain't no steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm in a fright
Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin
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 in the scissors and get to clippin that dick
I'd rather die young than die old and
That's why I drunk, and I constantly smoke
My memories as a youngsta, hangin the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them bitches know me (Who? Who?)
But haters can't fade me (Why?)
this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

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Verse

Yeah, runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars
Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't my guards
My life is my homies send mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible to tell
I'm catchin cases and still to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz
A young nigga never had a prayer to
And all my doin years locked up in jail
What can I do, stay strapped, get a crew
And creep around with them Dogg Pound too
And now we ain't no bitch than can touch us
And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck
Bust then I cut, that's my new thang
And motherfuckers got on

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Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get
can work for his money all motherfuckin day and
still see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not about the guy
It's bout the hardworkin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really 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 stack
believe me, this could be last breath...

2X to fade