Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

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

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

Uh, I wanna go to
But I ain't been in so long, make 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 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, it's so hard living life
A struggle each and everyday
Some why I'd rather die
Than to continue living way

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

I know the aim high, I'm tryin' to aim it higher
Watchin' the lames aspire to street success,
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 all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row
I gotta see a man a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, you don't know, dat's dat

Shit, a outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
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 constant struggle each and
wonder why I'd rather die
Than to 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 behaved, I'm still a child of You
And in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin'

Through the bad times and worse times, it all
When my head is hangin' low, You help me to tall
The only way I'ma ball, the way I'ma 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 of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I the language of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth, please, I'm slabs

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

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

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

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