Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

Lord, it's so hard, living life
A constant each and everyday
Some wonder why I'd die
to continue living this 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 people dependin' on me but they be straight

Uh, I go to service
But I ain't in so long, kinda make me feel nervous
'Cause they be lookin' at me
the plate when I tithe put in my money

I wanna go back to that hell
Rather be dead than doin' in a jail cell
Die young, oh well, I had a good
They rappin' 'bout it but I'm out payin' the price

Lord, it's so hard living life
A constant struggle and everyday
Some wonder why I'd die
to continue living 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 game
Move one at a time, long as the Lord bless me

I the rest aim high, I'm tryin' to aim it higher
Watchin' the aspire to street success, mayne
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 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 outta fifteen 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 yards in a hundred yard dash

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

Lord, I'm sittin' here on knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
You to watch 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'

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

Uh, I know you bless the that go get it
I'm the of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I talk the of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth, please, I'm whippin'

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

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

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

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