Luyện nghe bài hát Live This Life

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

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

B:]
I wake up out of bed, right the crack of dawn and
I give myself a - stretch up, a morning and
See I'm a in this neighborhood chess game
one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me (f'real)
I know the rest aim high, I'm to aim it higher (higher)
Watchin the lames aspire (aspire) to success mayne (mayne)
They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin (water)
You either or washed out, so get in order (order)
Everyday it's gettin harder to fuck 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 fifteen cents, I got a
Tryin to up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)
Walkin the line cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a yard dash

B:]
Lord I'm here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
Askin you to over me, no matter what
Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm a child of you
And faith in my Holy is all that keep me smilin through
The bad times and times, through it all
When my is hangin low, you help me to stand tall
The way I'm a ball, the only way I'm a shine
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 of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I talk the of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin
Fifties, and the whole thangs
on my life on the fo' beam
And I codeine just to say sane
I'm steady prayin to you but I don't know your name

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