Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

Lord, it's so hard, living life
A constant struggle and everyday
wonder 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 keep a pistol in my and a gauge on the flo'
The laws and the jackers wanna in my do'

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

Uh, I go to service
But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me nervous
'Cause they be 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' life in a jail
Die young, oh well, I had a good
rappin' 'bout it but I'm out here payin' the price

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

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

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

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

Shit, a dollar outta cents, I got a dime
to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind
Walkin' the like cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred 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 sittin' here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes
Askin' You to over me, no matter what
Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a of You
And faith in my Holy Father is all keep me smilin'

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

Uh, I know you 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 slabs

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 Your real name

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

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

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