Luyện nghe bài hát Life's So Hard

Ma-ah-an, it ain't
They got me cold-hearted
Probation, violation,
Frustration, you
Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to basin
It's hard! on a nigga

Hard on a (yeah it is, yeah it is)
*whispered* Kill kill kill, murder murder
out nigga!

Chorus: Now me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you like a G
(repeat 2X)

[Tupac - 2X throughout]
Daz in this
Alright bwoy, drop that
Whassup Always listen to that shit?
That ole criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, me

Verse

Travel my mind am I blind it's a shame
Young niggaz gettin murdered straight out the game
As I sit here puffin on a
Gotta be ready, know who's plottin on a niggaz death
These are the rough times, best to up
and duck muhfucker 'fore I buck
It's gettin crazy and everybody's
Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to my back
These are the bitch made niggaz, you been nigga
While you starvin and broke pullin six figures
Oooh, can you do
when you can't trust crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm
on Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
Heyyy, I no remorse
as I take sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh

Verse

Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, pull it
I'm the muhfucker that can outrun a bullet
It's them Thug niggaz, them done like triggers
Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like
Now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, on
Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get me, then let's bone
I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin spinach
and strong to the finish and then I ride out
See you on the freeway, sorry
but I call my homey see what he say
I got no time, I gotta get mine
I keep my mind on my loot, shoot everytime
And ain't no way I'ma let bitch nigga worry me
me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
Hell nah nigga have to plug me
Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, can you see?

2X

Verse

Never bow down let these bitches crawl
I'm a Thug motherfucker and these only ball
Ain't no half steppin here, the cradle to the grave
I'm a fool, but I choose to get paid
Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a
Me and my bitch named are fiendin tonight
Ain't nobody livin safe, got a Glock, and I'm
All I want is my money, ain't no question
try to stall little trick, cause we hit
So bring in the scissors and get to clippin that
I'd rather die young than die old and
why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke
My as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
But now I'm doin bad and them don't know me (Who? Who?)
But playa haters can't me (Why?)
this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see?

2X

Verse

Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop
Gettin arrested and tested a vest and don't drop my guards
My life is hectic my homies mail from jail
Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to
I'm catchin cases and tryin to stack a grip
The IRS is tryin to off a niggaz shit
A young nigga never had a to prevail
And all my peers doin years locked up in
What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger
And creep around with them Dogg Pound too
And now we rich ain't no bitch than can us
And a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts
Bust then I cut, that's my new thang
And motherfuckers got on

2X

Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get
Nigga can work for his money all day and
never see a piece of it, you understand me?
It's not the nice guy
bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga
If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin
(Chorus in background)
You ain't really makin
These motherfuckin po-po's and pink folks
got it all locked up for us to
See how they did O.J., and doin niggaz like that all day
So if you don't your motherfuckin stack
believe me, could be your last breath...

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