Текст (слова) песни: Black Child, D.O. Cannon, Young Merc - Hard Livin`

[Merc]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Young Merc
For all my youg niggaz (All of my young niggaz)
On the block, Naa mean (On the block)
Going hard (Blow hard nigga)

Yo I was raised in poverty (in poverty)
Yeah, life was hard
Growin up `round, killaz and hust-lers
I used ta, sit on the porch
Watch pops smoke luports
Trying when he was going to get his next bag to snort
I just sit back, deep in thought like (man)
Wishin I had a plan to make him a better man
But I can`t, but that`s what made it worse
Then I started smokin weed and hustlin work
I turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cash
Highschool fliest nigga in the class
Why all y`all was studyin trying to pass
I was tryna, get the pass, to cut out and get ass
I was always ahead of my time
Neighbours in the hood said I be locked up
Or dead by twenty-five
But still I, Ride, wit my head high
Knowin I`m a young thug and I will survive

[Chorus: Merc]
I can`t stop (I can`t stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)
It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)

[D.O. Cannon]
Uh, the ghetto
We prayin, Lord
All of my thugs be given strength
POV Shitty
You ain`t gotta show me love when I`m wearin the glove
And I just found out my man done chick slugs
And my man rever diss touch down
Means alot of niggaz on the streets ain`t really gon eat right now
Man I`m so mad dog, I can`t tell you why
If the Lord don`t bow down I`ll murder the damn sky
I`m to hot for this shit, please calm me down
I stay doing right, I stay doing wrong
I stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nine
I`m still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nine
You niggaz feelin my vibe?
Man it`s hard to walk, man it`s hard to talk
Dog I keep quiet
Cuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riot
I`m tired of this shit, take me now
I`m gon be back in a minute dog don`t hate me now
I heard the streets wanna smoke me
Dog, I`m to lokey
It`s murda

[Chorus: Merc]
I can`t stop (I can`t stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)
It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)

[Black Child]
Word to god, Yeah
I was only twelve when I first went to jail
Locked up and sparked it, fucked up and heartless
My moms had a habit, heron and acid
A bad lil` basterd always needed my ass kicked
A five member family living in one room
Cookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoons
I don`t esagerate, or imaginate
I had to go to jail to graduate
Growin up in Foster homes, You Fosters own
I had to get up, get out and get my own
Niggaz was throwin bricks I`m tossin stones
Then I floss the chrome, the boss is home
But the block is gone, the cops is wrong
Yellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel died
Put me in hell and I still rise
Put me in the chair I`ll fry
Do my whole twenty-five

[Chorus: Merc]
I can`t stop (I can`t stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)
It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Black Child, D.O. Cannon, Young Merc - Hard Livin` [Merc] Yeah, yeah, uh Young Merc For all my youg niggaz (All of my young niggaz) On the block, Naa mean (On the block) Going hard (Blow hard nigga) Yo I was raised in poverty (in poverty) Yeah, life was hard Growin up `round, killaz and hust-lers I used ta, sit on the porch Watch pops smoke luports Trying when he was going to get his next bag to snort I just sit back, deep in thought like (man) Wishin I had a plan to make him a better man But I can`t, but that`s what made it worse Then I started smokin weed and hustlin work I turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cash Highschool fliest nigga in the class Why all y`all was studyin trying to pass I was tryna, get the pass, to cut out and get ass I was always ahead of my time Neighbours in the hood said I be locked up Or dead by twenty-five But still I, Ride, wit my head high Knowin I`m a young thug and I will survive [Chorus: Merc] I can`t stop (I can`t stop) I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin) Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin) It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison) Hard livin (Repeat Once) [D.O. Cannon] Uh, the ghetto We prayin, Lord All of my thugs be given strength POV Shitty You ain`t gotta show me love when I`m wearin the glove And I just found out my man done chick slugs And my man rever diss touch down Means alot of niggaz on the streets ain`t really gon eat right now Man I`m so mad dog, I can`t tell you why If the Lord don`t bow down I`ll murder the damn sky I`m to hot for this shit, please calm me down I stay doing right, I stay doing wrong I stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nine I`m still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nine You niggaz feelin my vibe? Man it`s hard to walk, man it`s hard to talk Dog I keep quiet Cuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riot I`m tired of this shit, take me now I`m gon be back in a minute dog don`t hate me now I heard the streets wanna smoke me Dog, I`m to lokey It`s murda [Chorus: Merc] I can`t stop (I can`t stop) I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin) Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin) It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison) Hard livin (Repeat Once) [Black Child] Word to god, Yeah I was only twelve when I first went to jail Locked up and sparked it, fucked up and heartless My moms had a habit, heron and acid A bad lil` basterd always needed my ass kicked A five member family living in one room Cookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoons I don`t esagerate, or imaginate I had to go to jail to graduate Growin up in Foster homes, You Fosters own I had to get up, get out and get my own Niggaz was throwin bricks I`m tossin stones Then I floss the chrome, the boss is home But the block is gone, the cops is wrong Yellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel died Put me in hell and I still rise Put me in the chair I`ll fry Do my whole twenty-five [Chorus: Merc] I can`t stop (I can`t stop) I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin) Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin) It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison) Hard livin (Repeat Once) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Hard Livin`: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/22360.html Все тексты песен: Black Child, D.O. Cannon, Young Merc » Black Child, D.O. Cannon, Young Merc - Hard Livin` Рекомендуем скачать: » Лариса Черникова - Розовые очки (Не буди) » Леонид Сергеев - Навеянное прямой трансляцией » Ленинград - Хуячь » Людмила Чеботарева - Вагонная Баллада о фронтовой любви (Из цикла Вагонные баллады или Подайте на пропитание!) » Людмила Чеботарева - Bесталка (Из цикла Вечные Женщины) » Лика - Снова и снова » Леонид Ваксман - В раю на красном фоне... » Леонид Агутин - Кого не стоило бы ждать » Леонард Хируг - Крадем у будущего плод его... » Любовь Миненкова - Картонный город » Леонард Хируг - Пред Тобой стою, Отец » Лесоповал - Блины » Леонард Хируг - Эхо » Любовь Миненкова - Когда горят мосты » Лесоповал - Три татуировки » Леонид Ваксман - Не перечь мне, не перечь мне, не перечь... » Лилия Третынко - Ёлкина лапка нелепо из снега торчит... » Леонид Семаков - Степкина песня (посвящение сыну) » Людмила Шмалько - Я от весенних снов теряю разум... » Ласковый Май, Евгений Белоусов - Калейдоскоп
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