Luyện nghe bài hát Dis is Da Life

Talking)
>man, been thinking
What you've been about man?
>ever country grammar done spent seven million
Millions I you
>that shit's crazy
Shit's been fucking crazy, I ya

(chorus - ali & lee)
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin
the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and the spot
Before the who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm that
Picking the best hoes a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and the spot
Before the haters who ain't shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the

(murphy lee)
Ay yo, I'm chachee acolla, dirty, I ya heard me
I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, murphy perverted
And you know that, be in strip where the shows at
Keep a show packed, ay, yella mack, my dough at?
got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my saver
Playa hater hater, lunatic rhyme
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head
Call me when you finna' break up, you take a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok we wake up
Short so I gotta lay-up, no for me
I sport the ten, ain't no for me
lee the school boy's what you want me to be
So I'm a be that, for six
I'm a l-u-n-a-t-i-c, 'bout to b-l-o-w-u-p,

(chorus)

(kyjuan)
Y'all be hatin a lot we makin a lot
I be's nigga like vacant lot
I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the
I'm takin a before I pull up on the lot
It's v.i.p. parkin, walked in
nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant
They all up, all nines and up
And I better make my choice, the nights enough
Long skirt, cornrows, fine enough
Dressed in black, black suit and my be black
With a cardinal bird on it, my team blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my team well
That's if I had a curve on it, no standin in (who, me? )
My coat got fur on it, I'm a right in
And I keep a room key, no need for no pin
I got sugar daddy partyin wit' me, man, mo' friends

(chorus)

(nelly)
it
It ain't my fault I was with country grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, that's my walk, ma'
Slight son, you know, to simpson
I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get
me kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb
I'm talkin brains in the of the range, (been done)
I like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh nelly, can I you mr. hanes? "
Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy
The one couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the vain
I'm speakin the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, overlookin and thangs
I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and
On q, she hopped on the tip my man
She must've been a vivrant thang, a thang, ay
All my niggas, if you me let me know, (why? )
Who keep it hotter in the night in the day (I)
"you boys for real", "you fakin" at the time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a ain't playin right

(chorus)

(talking)
Ever since that grammar shit, you know, this has been the life
>man, I don't know, I've thinking
I man, like, everywhere I fucking go
They all know that "down, down, baby"
>maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them
Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I that
>maybe, maybe...
You just try to do what you've been tryin to do day one
You know, it's like everybody with you until this happens
Once the shit happens, nobody rolls you anymore
wants to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know I'm sayin?
(both) maaaan, is the life!