Luyện nghe bài hát Live This Life

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

C:]
Ughhhh, I wanna do this no mo' (no mo')
But dis the thang that I know
I keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the (flo')
The laws and the d-boys 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 Degree in weight
And my, dependin on me but they gon' be straight
UHH - I go to service
But I ain't been in so long, kinda me feel nervous (nervous)
Cause be lookin at me funny
the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money)
I don't go back to that hell
be dead than doin life in a jail cell
Die oh well (well) I had a good life (life)
They rappin 'bout it but I'm out here payin the

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

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

C:]
UNGGHH~! I know you bless the child go get it
I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the
So I talk the of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth please, I'm slabs
Fifties, and the whole thangs
Balance on my life on the fo'
And I need codeine just to say
I'm steady prayin to you but I don't know your name

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