Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

Uh, I don't wanna do no mo'
But dis the only thang that I
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, didn't
But I got Ph.D from Pimp
And I got a Master's Degree in 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
Watchin' the 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 good
They rappin' it but I'm out here payin' the price

Lord, it's so hard this life
A constant struggle and everyday
wonder 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 pawn in this neighborhood chess
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 tryin' to flame the fire but that's like water
You either burnt or washed out, so get in

Everyday it's gettin' to fuck with the flow
I'm tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' in a row
I gotta see a man a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, then you know, dat's dat

Shit, a dollar outta cents, I got a dime
Tryin' to up my way to a million, I gotta grind
Walkin' the line cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a hundred dash

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

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

Through the bad times and times, through it all
When my head is low, You help me to stand tall
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 product of the ghetto, the flame of the
So I the language 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 just to stay sane
I'm steady prayin' to You but I don't know Your name

But I'm under the impression that if heart is in the right place
Your prayers 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 no square man
You wanna hide some'n black folks
They say you can put it in a book, I don't believe
'Cause I done read fo' libraries of books

I got some y'all need to get up on, mayne
But a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout?
48 of power, knahmsayin? 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 dig? up