Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

Uh, I wanna do this 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 from Pimp
And I got a Master's Degree in movin'
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 they be lookin' at me
the plate when I tithe put in my money

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

Lord, it's so hard this life
A constant 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 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 Lord me

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

Everyday it's gettin' harder to with the flow
I'm tryin' to keep all of my ducks in a row
I see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, then you don't know, 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 behind in a hundred yard dash

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

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

the bad times and worse times, through it all
When my head is hangin' low, You 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 know you bless the child go get it
I'm the of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I talk the of the ave
my dirty mouth, please, I'm whippin' slabs

Fifties, and the whole thangs
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 Your real

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

Ay man, I just look like this, man,
I ain't get this far 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 read fo' libraries worth of books

I got some knowledge 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 it look like, man
And don't judge every book by its cover, ya Hold up