Luyện nghe bài hát Live This Life

[Chorus: C singing]
Lord so hard, living this life
A constant struggle and every day
Some wonder why, I'd die
to continue living this wayyy

C:]
Ughhhh, I don't wanna do no mo' (no mo')
But dis the thang that I know
I keep a in my back, and a gauge on the flo' (flo')
The and the d-boys wanna kick in my do' (do')
I'm a d-boy, didn't
But I, got Ph.D from State
And I, got a Master's in movin weight
And my, people on me but they gon' be straight
UHH - I wanna go to
But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel (nervous)
they be lookin at me funny
Watchin the plate I tithe, put in my money (money)
I don't wanna go back to that
Rather be dead doin life in a jail cell
Die young oh (well) I had a good life (life)
They 'bout it but I'm out here payin the price

B:]
I wake up out of bed, after the crack of dawn and
I give myself a - stretch up, a morning and
See I'm a in this neighborhood chess game
Move one step at a time, as the Lord bless me (f'real)
I know the rest aim high, I'm to aim it higher (higher)
the lames aspire (aspire) to street success mayne (mayne)
They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but like wettin water (water)
You either or washed out, so get in order (order)
Everyday it's harder to fuck with the flow
I'm to keep, all of my motherfuckin ducks in a row (row)
I gotta see a man a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, then you know, dat's dat
a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I grind (gotta grind)
Walkin the line cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred behind in a hundred yard dash

B:]
Lord I'm sittin here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes
Askin you to over me, no matter what
though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of you
And in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin through
The bad times and times, through it all
When my head is hangin low, you help me to tall
The only way I'm a ball, the way I'm a shine
Is if you lookin me while I'm out here on the grind

C:]
UNGGHH~! I know you the child that go get it
I'm the of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I the language of the ave
my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin slabs
Fifties, quarters and the whole
on my life on the fo' beam
And I need just to say sane
I'm steady prayin to you but I don't your real name

Knahmtalkinbout!
But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the place
Your prayers get heard anyway
So say Jah Jah, some say Allah
Some say Jesus, some say... Yeshua Ben'ta,
Ay man I just look like man, knahmtalkinbout
I ain't get this far no square man
You hide some'n from black folks, they say you can put it in a book
I don't believe
Cause I done read fo' worth of books
I got some knowledge need to get up on mayne
But hold a of hearts, knahmtalkinbout
The Forty-Eight of Power, knahmsayin the art of war
The secret societies of America,
Everythang ain't what it like man
And don't every book by it's cover... ya dig!
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