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 - Al L. / Johnson
 - Joseph / Butler
 - Chad L. / Freeman
 - Bernard James
 
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 - Hip-Hop
 
- Теги:
 - chill
 - favourite
 - southern rap
 - texas
 
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UGK - Текст песни Living This Life
Lord, it's so hard, living this life
 A constant struggle each and everyday
 Some wonder why I'd rather die
 Than to continue living this way
 Uh, I don't wanna do this no mo'
 But dis the only thang that I know
 I keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo'
 The laws and the jackers wanna kick in my do'
 I'm a D-boy, didn't graduate
 But I got Ph.D from Pimp State
 And I got a Master's Degree in movin' weight
 And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be straight
 Uh, I wanna go to service
 But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous
 'Cause they be lookin' at me funny
 Watchin' the plate when I tithe put in my money
 I don't wanna go back to that hell
 Rather be dead than doin' life in a jail cell
 Die young, oh well, I had a good life
 They rappin' 'bout it but I'm out here payin' the price
 Lord, it's so hard living this life
 A constant struggle each and everyday
 Some wonder why I'd rather die
 Than to continue living this way
 I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn
 And I give myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn
 And see, I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game
 Move one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me
 I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin' to aim it higher
 Watchin' the lames aspire to street success, mayne
 They tryin' to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water
 You either burnt or washed out, so get in order
 Everyday it's gettin' harder to fuck with the flow
 I'm tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row
 I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat
 If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat
 Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
 Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grindUGK - Living This Life - http://ru.motolyrics.com/ugk/living-this-life-lyrics.html
 Walkin' the line like cash, I'm on my mash
 Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash
 Lord, it's so hard, living this life
 A constant struggle each and everyday
 Some wonder why I'd rather die
 Than to continue living this way
 Lord, I'm sittin' here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
 Askin' You to watch over me, no matter what
 Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of You
 And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin'
 Through the bad times and worse times, through it all
 When my head is hangin' low, You help me to stand tall
 The only way I'ma ball, the only way I'ma shine
 Is if You lookin' after me while I'm out here on the grind
 Uh, I know you bless the child that go get it
 I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city
 So I talk the language of the ave'
 Forgive my dirty mouth, please, I'm whippin' slabs
 Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs
 Balance in my life on the fo' beam
 And I need codeine just to stay sane
 I'm steady prayin' to You but I don't know Your real name
 Knahmtalkinbout?
 But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place
 Your prayers gon' get heard anyway
 So some say Jah Jah, some say Allah
 Some say Jesus, some say Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout?
 Ay man, I just look like this, man, knahmtalkinbout?
 I ain't get this far bein' no square man
 You wanna hide some'n from black folks
 They say you can put it in a book, I don't believe that
 'Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books
 I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on, mayne
 But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout?
 For they laws and power, knahmsayin? The art of war
 The secret societies of America, knahmtalkinbout?
 Everythang ain't what it look like, man
 And don't judge every book by its cover, ya dig? Hold up















