Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

Uh, I don't do this no mo'
But dis the only that I know
I keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the
The laws and the jackers wanna in my do'

I'm a D-boy, graduate
But I got Ph.D from Pimp
And I got a Master's Degree in weight
And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be

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

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

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

I up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn
And I give a stretch up, a mornin yawn
And see, I'm a pawn in neighborhood chess 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 flame the fire but like wettin' water
You either burnt or out, so get in order

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

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

Lord, so hard, living this life
A struggle each and everyday
Some wonder why I'd die
Than to living this way

Lord, I'm sittin' on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
Askin' You to watch 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'

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

Uh, I know you the child that go get it
I'm the product of the ghetto, the of the city
So I the language of the ave
Forgive my mouth, please, I'm whippin' slabs

Fifties, and the whole thangs
Balance in my on the fo' beam
And I codeine just to stay sane
I'm steady prayin' to You but I don't know real name

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

Ay man, I just look like this, man,
I get this far bein' no square man
You wanna hide some'n black folks
They say you can put it in a book, I believe that
'Cause I read fo' libraries worth of books

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