Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

Uh, I don't do this no mo'
But dis the only thang that I
I keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the
The and the jackers 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 Degree in movin'
And my people on me but they gon' be straight

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

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

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

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

I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin' to aim it
Watchin' the aspire to street success, mayne
tryin' to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water
You either burnt or washed out, so get in

Everyday it's gettin' harder to fuck with the
I'm tryin' to keep all of my ducks in a row
I gotta see a man a dog and sell 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 like cash, I'm on my mash
Two yards behind in a hundred yard dash

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

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

Through the bad and worse 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 I'm out here on the grind

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

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

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

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

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