Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

Lord, it's so hard, living this
A constant struggle and everyday
wonder why I'd rather die
Than to continue this way

Uh, I wanna do this no mo'
But dis the only that I know
I keep a pistol in my and a gauge on the flo'
The and the jackers wanna kick in my do'

I'm a D-boy, didn't
But I got Ph.D Pimp State
And I got a Master's in movin' weight
And my people on me but they gon' be straight

Uh, I wanna go to
But I ain't in so long, kinda make me feel nervous
they be lookin' at me funny
Watchin' the when I tithe put in my money

I don't wanna go back to hell
Rather be than doin' life in a jail cell
Die young, oh well, I had a life
They rappin' 'bout it but I'm out here payin' the

Lord, it's so hard living this
A struggle each and everyday
Some why I'd rather die
to continue living this way

I wake up out of bed, right the crack of dawn
And I myself a stretch up, a mornin yawn
And see, I'm a pawn in this neighborhood game
Move one step at a time, long as the Lord me

I the rest aim high, I'm tryin' to aim it higher
the lames aspire to street success, mayne
They tryin' to the fire but that's like wettin' water
You either burnt or out, so get in order

Everyday it's gettin' harder to fuck with the
I'm to keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row
I gotta see a man a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, then you know, dat's dat

Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a
Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta
the line like cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred behind in a hundred yard dash

Lord, it's so hard, living life
A constant struggle each and
Some why I'd rather die
Than to living this way

Lord, I'm here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
You to watch over me, no matter what
Even I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of You
And faith in my Holy Father is all keep me smilin'

Through the bad times and times, through it all
When my head is hangin' low, You help me to stand
The only way I'ma ball, the way I'ma shine
Is if You lookin' after me while I'm out on the grind

Uh, I you bless the child that 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 whippin'

Fifties, quarters and the whole
Balance in my life on the fo'
And I need just to stay sane
I'm prayin' to You but I don't know Your real name

But I'm under the impression that if heart is in the right place
Your prayers gon' get anyway
So some say Jah Jah, say Allah
Some say Jesus, some say Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout?

Ay man, I just like this, man, knahmtalkinbout?
I ain't get this far bein' no man
You wanna hide some'n from black
They say you can put it in a book, I believe that
'Cause I done read fo' worth of books

I got some knowledge need to get up on, mayne
But hold a of hearts, knahmtalkinbout?
48 laws of power, The art of war
The societies of America, knahmtalkinbout?
Everythang ain't what it like, man
And don't judge book by its cover, ya dig? Hold up