Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't Easy

I a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness
Nickel bag of sess weed laced with hash
calls from my niggas on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I cry
A damn shame, will we ever change
And what from a twelve gauge to the brain
with my Boo is true
I spend mo' with my niggas than I do with you
But everywhere it's the same thing, that's the
I'll be damned if a changed, fuck the fame
be hustling to make a mill-ion, lord knows
Ain't no love for us children, so we cold
Rag top slowing down, time to for gas
Beep my horn for a hoochie a proper ass,
It ain't easy, that's my
Tanqueray straight out the bottle
Everybody wanna know if I'm
My baby mama gotta full of silly games
And all the got me stressing like I'm hopeless, I can't cope
Me and the smoking roaches, cause we broke
night hanging out til the sunrise getting high
Watching the cops by
It ain't easy, right

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

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

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

been reminiscing
Bout Peppermint in Junior 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 only seventeen, when I serving fiends
And I wish was another way to stack a dollar
So my apoli', cause these hard times make me holler
Will I live to see tomorrow, am I falling
I hit the weed and then proceed to say all of y'all
Ain't nobody down with me I'm thugging, I go home
'Cause muh-fuckers I'm bugging, so now I'm in
This high cell at the county jail
Punk got a grudge, can't post no bail, what
Do I do in county blues
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, living hell, listening to yell
Trying to em to tell, I'm getting mail
But ain't saying much, the same old nuts
Is making bucks while sluts is getting fucked
They violated my probation, and it
I'll be going on a long vacation,
It easy
No it ain't

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