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 don't wanna do no mo'
But dis the only that I know
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, graduate
But I got Ph.D from Pimp
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 be lookin' 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' life in a cell
Die young, oh well, I had a good
They rappin' it but I'm out here payin' the price

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

I wake up out of bed, after the crack of dawn
And I give myself a stretch up, a yawn
And see, I'm a pawn in this chess game
one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me

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

Everyday it's gettin' harder to fuck the flow
I'm tryin' to keep all of my ducks 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 fifteen cents, I got a
to hustle 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 yard

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

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

Through the bad times and worse times, it all
my head is hangin' low, You help me to stand tall
The only way I'ma ball, the way I'ma 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 product of the ghetto, the of the city
So I the language of the ave
my dirty mouth, please, I'm whippin' slabs

Fifties, and the whole thangs
Balance in my life on the fo'
And I need codeine to stay sane
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
prayers gon' get heard anyway
So some say Jah Jah, some say
Some say Jesus, some say Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout?

Ay man, I look like this, man, knahmtalkinbout?
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 that
I done read fo' libraries worth of books

I got some y'all 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