Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever wild from the to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one comin' always (Yeah)
lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend
Now I'm a free man on the streets
Chasin St.Ide's with some Seagrams Gin
Life is like a game and I'm in to win

On the scene from the 41st side of
We get the CREAM, laid up, love-love for
Cos I what I mean, I'm out to claim King
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my reign

To all my locked down comin back to life
In the world again though ya bid was trife
While you was gone, we was to war and even more
Saw my man layin on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, hold ya head and strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to from police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm runnin 12th Street
Just as I approach the
I spot a jake on the creep down by weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill a change of plans
I had to hurry so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin little son, had my heart pumpin
Niggas start a guttin behind the duckin
My rung, I punch a clip into the guns
Got grazed in the arm, one hit my son
He was bleedin from the head, I believe it
We was defeated, if it was a I couldn't beat it
like cryin(The temperature's risin)
I saw my man helpless, damn near on the of dyin
So to P I the iron

Kid you lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon, I'm relyin
On a to be open, goin in the building, it's a trap!
Police buckin at me, they try to my dome back
Jetted up the staircase to the third
Reached behind the sink, throw the on the floor
Locked the door, police me up and tryed to break my jaw
"So where's the gun we saw?"(I know! )
"We know you was there at the scene"(I know nuttin! )
"And if it wasn't you, was from ya team"

From the cradle to the
(Straight from the cradle to the grave!)

Yo, it's the real kills, nobody moves, stand still!
Bottle you! that ass off in a land-fill
Son me with the iron, I got beef
With some niggas from the other side over some weak
Load up the heaters, em with the hollow-tips
em like the Gotti clip, my crew shift the body shift
The cradle to the grave is where end up
gettin sent up North, son I'm bett-er
Doin my on a low
wit them mobbers like a crowd
No you gonna blow, you never know
He didn't have to go there
Unprepared, now six below
Y'know I'm chillin, I gots no time for feelings
Get that money I wants, some brothers act funny
But all good I still die for the hood
For my peoples, knock on wood

Triple L, rollin' dice I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is not long
This nigga I'm beginning to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't his bullshit he might be dead
Know him well and go way back
But I don't care if your man doin shit like that
I hope the word gets to him, cause I'll screw him
He shitted on my man and we got to do him
get it over with quick, I'm tired of waitin
Ain't no fair overhead there, we just on when and how
Later on right now, to Killa yesterday
He said to chill for a
But it's hard acting like everything is
I get the chills when I see that in my sight
A dead man walking, not only that still talkin (About what?)
About how and he did very often
You don't know how much I to put his ass in a coffin
One day my man and the he's not
Didn't him long anyway, so fuck it
It's funny how change(Word up!)

From the cradle to the
(Straight from the motherfuckin to the grave!)