Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Easy

I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to the madness
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with
Phone from my niggas on the, other side
Two childhood friends died, I couldn't cry
A shame, when will we ever change
And remains from a twelve gauge to the brain
Arguments with my Boo is
I spend mo' with my niggas than I do with you
But everywhere it's the thing, that's the game
I'll be if a thing changed, fuck the fame
I'll be to make a mill-ion, lord knows
Ain't no for us ghetto children, so we cold
Rag top down, time to stop for gas
Beep my horn for a with a proper ass,
It easy, that's my motto
Drinking Tanqueray straight out the
Everybody wanna know if I'm
My baby gotta mind full of silly games
And all the drama got me like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the smoking roaches, cause we broke
Late night hanging out til the sunrise getting
Watching the cops by
It easy, that's right

It easy, being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay
It ain't easy, me
Will I see the penitentiary, or I stay free
It ain't easy, me
Will I see the penitentiary, or I stay free

I can't sleep niggas plotting on to me while I'm dreaming
up sweaty and screaming, cause I can hear them suckers scheming
Probably paranoid, problem is, them be fantasizing
A brother bite the bullet, fire and I died
I wonder why the way it is, even now
Looking out for these kids, cause they wild
Clinton can you recognize a nigga representing
Doing to life in San Quentin
Getting calls from my nigga Mike Tyson, nothing nice
Yo 'Pac, do righteous with ya life
And even you innocent you still a nigga, so they figure
Rather you behind bars than triggers
But I'm hold ya down and holla Life, licking shots
Til I see my niggas on the block
But no it easy,
Til I see my free, on the block, oh
It easy

It ain't easy, me
Will I see the penitentiary, or I stay free
It ain't easy, me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I free
It easy, being me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free

Lately reminiscing
Bout Peppermint Schnapps in High hit the block
an eye on the cops while D-Boys slang rocks
It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm having
Of hearing screams at my concerts, me all my peers
Through the years trying to stack a little
I was seventeen, when I started serving fiends
And I wish there was another way to a dollar
So my apoli', these hard times make me wanna holler
Will I live to see tomorrow, am I off?
I hit the weed and then to say fuck all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thugging, I go home
'Cause think I'm bugging, so now I'm in
This high cell at the county jail
Punk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail,
Do I do in these county
Getting battered and by the you know who
And fakes get to shaking when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough to replace me
Sitting in this, hell, listening to niggas yell
Trying to torture em to tell, I'm mail
But ain't nobody saying much, the same old
Is making bucks these sluts is getting fucked
violated my probation, and it seems
I'll be going on a vacation, meanwhile
It easy
No it easy

It ain't easy, me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I free
It easy, being me
I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free