Luyện nghe bài hát Life We Chose(part 2)

To my huh, we all we got
Let's hold it down though,
However it's go down
This what we gotta deal with Yo

It's the life we chose, where friends become
And the dough'll get you killed quicker you know
is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin'

This the we chose, ain't too many happy endings
why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, life is fucked up but yo, but yo
This life is the only I know

bathtubs, makin' love to my queen
Get my rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green
Statues, floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Magazine

Closets, full of rockets and
Take this nigga out the projects and his thug
Yo we cruise past lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both with the most loud toast

Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all
'Cause it's to fuck around when we dealin' with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I it
They know we enemies until they hear me say it

Till they kid's on the sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it"
Till brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather on an electrical fence

It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to
You'd be surprised, be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo, streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin' out with your
Bow ties and tuxedos, Eagles

Dump drugs and acid, then rush with the Rico
It's hard with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or
is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck

It's the life we chose, where friends become
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you
This is the life we chose, fake snakes and hoes
And the way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many niggaz in it
And admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
This is the only life I know

Uhh, what's when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna you
What's love, you got beef? rollin' wit you
What's love, you locked up, and family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that the air?

What's real, you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, 'cause you her befo'
What's real, when you talk a man's back
you see him and give him dap, now explain that?

What's trust, they separate your case
When you at your date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep wife away from your man?
And he crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'?

What's trust, you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They purple haze with 'em the next day?
God one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, spray fire

But everybody's different, you know how you react
you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as goes on, who's wrong?
You was when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you

wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On deathbed you regret bein' grimy
What's lust, a nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?

Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a worse
When he come home to catch another
Life's about decisions, you it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get weight up
Save up before over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin' older player, look at who gave up

It's the life we chose, where become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker you know
This is the life we chose, fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin'

This the life we chose, ain't too happy endings
That's why there ain't too many niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, life is fucked up but yo
life is the only life I know