Luyện nghe bài hát Living This Life

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

Uh, I wanna do this no mo'
But dis the thang that I know
I keep a pistol in my and a gauge on the flo'
The laws and the wanna kick in my do'

I'm a D-boy, didn't
But I got Ph.D from Pimp
And I got a Degree in movin' weight
And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be

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

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

Lord, so hard living this life
A constant struggle and everyday
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 a stretch up, a mornin yawn
And see, I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess
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 street success,
tryin' to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water
You either or washed out, so get in order

Everyday it's harder to fuck with the flow
I'm tryin' to all of my motherfuckin' 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
Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, I grind
Walkin' the like cash, I'm on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a hundred dash

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

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

the bad times and worse times, through it all
When my head is hangin' low, You help me to stand
The only way ball, the only 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 of the ghetto, the flame of the city
So I talk the 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 the impression that if your heart is in the right place
Your prayers gon' get heard
So say Jah Jah, some say Allah
Some say Jesus, some say Yeshua Ben'ta,

Ay man, I just look like this, man,
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
'Cause I done read fo' worth of books

I got some knowledge need to get up on, mayne
But hold a pair of hearts,
48 of power, knahmsayin? 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