Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

Uh, I don't wanna do no mo'
But dis the thang that I know
I a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo'
The laws and the wanna kick in my do'

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

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

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

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

I wake up out of bed, after the crack of dawn
And I give 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 know the aim high, I'm tryin' to aim it higher
Watchin' the lames to street success, mayne
They to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water
You burnt or washed out, so get in order

Everyday it's harder to fuck with the flow
I'm tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' in a row
I see a man 'bout 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
Walkin' the like cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a yard dash

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

Lord, I'm sittin' here on bended knee, my locked, eyes shut
Askin' You to watch over me, no matter
Even though I 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 is hangin' low, You help me to stand tall
The only way I'ma ball, the only way 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 of the city
So I talk the of the ave
my dirty mouth, please, I'm whippin' slabs

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

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

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

I got knowledge y'all need to get up on, mayne
But hold a pair of hearts,
48 of power, knahmsayin? The art of war
The secret of America, knahmtalkinbout?
Everythang ain't it look like, man
And don't judge every book by its cover, ya Hold up