Luyện nghe bài hát Live This Life

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

C:]
Ughhhh, I don't do this no mo' (no mo')
But dis the only thang I know
I keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the (flo')
The laws and the wanna kick in my do' (do')
I'm a d-boy, graduate
But I, got Ph.D Pimp State
And I, got a Master's Degree in movin
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)
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 (well) I had a life (life)
They rappin 'bout it but I'm out here the price

B:]
I wake up out of bed, right the crack of dawn and
I give myself a - stretch up, a yawn and
See I'm a pawn in neighborhood chess game
Move one step at a time, as the Lord bless me (f'real)
I know the aim high, I'm tryin to aim it higher (higher)
Watchin the lames (aspire) to street success mayne (mayne)
They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like water (water)
You burnt or washed out, so get in order (order)
it's gettin harder to fuck with the flow
I'm tryin to keep, all of my motherfuckin in a row (row)
I gotta see a man 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 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 watch over me, no matter
Even though I ain't too behaved, I'm still a child of you
And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me through
The bad times and times, through it all
When my head is hangin low, you help me to stand
The only way I'm a ball, the only way I'm a
Is if you after 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 thangs
on my life on the fo' beam
And I need codeine just to say
I'm steady to you but I don't know your real 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 this man, knahmtalkinbout
I ain't get this far bein no 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' libraries of books
I got knowledge y'all need to get up on mayne
But hold a pair of hearts,
The Forty-Eight of Power, knahmsayin the art of war
The secret societies of America,
Everythang ain't what it look man
And don't judge book by it's cover... ya dig!
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