Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wake up out of bed, after the crack of dawn
And I give myself a up, a mornin yawn
And see, I'm a in this neighborhood chess game
one step at a time, long 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 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 'bout a dog and him a cat
If you know, then you don't 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 line cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a hundred dash

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

Lord, I'm sittin' here on bended knee, my locked, eyes shut
Askin' You to over me, no matter what
Even though I too well behaved, I'm still a child of You
And faith in my Father is all that keep me smilin'

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

Uh, I know you bless the that go get it
I'm the product of the ghetto, the of the city
So I talk the of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth, please, I'm whippin'

Fifties, quarters and the whole
Balance in my on the fo' beam
And I need codeine just to stay
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 gon' get heard anyway
So some say Jah Jah, say Allah
Some say Jesus, some say Yeshua Ben'ta,

Ay man, I just like this, man, knahmtalkinbout?
I ain't get this far bein' no man
You hide some'n from black folks
say you can put it in a book, I don't believe that
'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,
48 laws of power, The art of war
The secret of America, knahmtalkinbout?
Everythang what it look like, man
And don't judge every book by its cover, ya Hold up