Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

Uh, I don't do this no mo'
But dis the only that I know
I keep a pistol in my and a gauge on the flo'
The and the jackers wanna kick in my do'

I'm a D-boy, graduate
But I got Ph.D Pimp State
And I got a Degree 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 me feel nervous
'Cause they be at me funny
Watchin' the plate I tithe put in my money

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

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

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

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

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

Lord, so hard, living this life
A constant struggle and everyday
Some 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 over me, no matter what
Even though I too well 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 only way 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 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 whole
Balance in my on the fo' beam
And I need codeine just to sane
I'm steady prayin' to You but I don't know Your real

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

Ay man, I look like this, man, knahmtalkinbout?
I get this far bein' no square man
You wanna some'n from black folks
They say you can put it in a book, I don't that
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 laws of power, The art of war
The societies of America, knahmtalkinbout?
ain't what it look like, man
And don't judge book by its cover, ya dig? Hold up