Luyện nghe bài hát Cradle To The Grave

Forever from the cradle to the grave
Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' (Yeah)
They lock me up for 12 days, I comprehend
Now I'm a man on the streets again
Chasin St.Ide's down some Seagrams Gin
Life is a dice game and I'm in to win

On the from the 41st side of Queens
We get the CREAM, laid up, for dame
Cos I mean what I mean, I'm out to King
Doin my thing, do wild stakes my name'll

To all my peoples locked down comin to life
In the world once again though ya bid was
you was gone, we was goin to war and even more
Saw my man layin on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I I was wrong
No, until we again, hold ya head and stay strong(Yeah! )
Yo, got my mind on a place to hide police(Where?)
Sweatin dogs as I'm cross 12th Street
as I approach the block
I spot a jake on the creep down by Vick's spot(So what! )
Made a up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to back so I could warn my man

Ya had me stressin little son, had my heart pumpin
Niggas a guttin behind the bushes duckin
My ears rung, I punch a clip into the
Got in the arm, one slug hit my son
He was bleedin from the head, I couldn't it
We was defeated, if it was a case I couldn't it
Felt like cryin(The risin)
I saw my man helpless, near on the verge of dyin
So to P I passed the

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

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

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

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

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