Luyện nghe bài hát Dis is Da Life

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

(chorus - ali & lee)
Maaaaaan, this is the life, packed, I'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up 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 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 fuckin up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the

(murphy lee)
Ay yo, I'm acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me
I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, murphy perverted
And you that, be in strip clubs where the shows at
Keep a show packed, ay, mack, where my dough at?
Herky got my quarter-0 and blunt papers
Quick to rip and rap that, my life saver
Playa hater hater, rhyme maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, maker
Call me when you finna' break up, you take a
I curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up
Short so I lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, no puntin for me
Murphy lee the school boy's 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 'cause we a lot
I be's that nigga like lot
I'm hot, check what you got to get in the spot
I'm takin a shot before I up on the lot
It's v.i.p. parkin, walked in
nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant
They all linin up, all and up
And I make my choice, the nights windin enough
Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine
Dressed in black, black suit and my be black
With a cardinal bird on it, my gon' blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots
That's if I had a curve on it, no in line (who, me? )
My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide in
And I keep a key, ain't no need for no pin
I got sugar daddy partyin me, man, bring mo' friends

(chorus)

(nelly)
it
It ain't my fault I was born with country 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 right you get some
Call me when ya sayin my name, the lips numb
I'm brains in the back of the range, (been done)
I be's like five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore gettin crushed by a bum
Be "oh nelly, can I call you mr. hanes? "
Whichever one just made you came, then be thy name
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, ducks and thangs
I can see you're by the trucks and thangs
On q, when she on the tip my man
She must've a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you me let me know, (why? )
Who keep it hotter in the night in the day (I)
"you for real", "you fakin" at the same time
Gotta set the game tight some a y'all ain't playin right

(chorus)

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