Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

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

I'm a D-boy, graduate
But I got Ph.D from State
And I got a Degree 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 wanna go back to that hell
Rather be dead doin' 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 wake up out of bed, right the crack of dawn
And I give a stretch up, a mornin yawn
And see, I'm a in this neighborhood chess game
Move one step at a time, as the Lord bless me

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

Everyday it's gettin' to fuck with the flow
I'm tryin' to all of my motherfuckin' 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 fifteen cents, I got a dime
Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, I grind
Walkin' the line cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a yard dash

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

Lord, I'm sittin' 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 still a of You
And faith in my Holy is all that keep me smilin'

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

Uh, I know you bless the child go get it
I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the
So I the language of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth, please, I'm slabs

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

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

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

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