Luyện nghe bài hát Dis is Da Life

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

(chorus - ali & lee)
Maaaaaan, this is the life, packed, I'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and the spot
Before the haters who fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm that
Picking the 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, is the life

(murphy lee)
Ay yo, I'm chachee acolla, dirty, I ya heard me
'cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, murphy
And you know that, be in strip clubs the shows at
Keep a show packed, ay, yella mack, where my at?
Herky got my quarter-0 and blunt papers
Quick to rip and rap that, my life saver
hater hater, lunatic rhyme maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head
Call me when you finna' up, you can't take a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we up
Short so I lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, ain't no 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, to b-l-o-w-u-p, c'mon

(chorus)

(kyjuan)
Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we a lot
I be's nigga like vacant lot
I'm hot, check what you got to get in the spot
I'm takin a shot I pull up on the lot
It's v.i.p. parkin, in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, like a sergeant
They all up, all nines and up
And I better make my choice, the nights windin
Long skirt, cornrows, fine enough
Dressed in black, black and my brim be black
With a cardinal bird on it, my team blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my shoots well
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 a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

(chorus)

(nelly)
it
It my fault I was born with country grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, that's my walk, ma'
limp son, you know, to simpson
I keep it burgged out, play your right you get some
Call me kane when ya sayin my name, the lips
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 "oh nelly, can I call you mr. hanes? "
Whichever one just made you came, then be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin the vain
I'm from the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, overlookin ducks and
I can see you're by the trucks and thangs
On q, when she on the tip my man
She been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you me let me know, (why? )
Who keep it hotter in the than in the day (I)
"you boys for real", "you fakin" at the time
Gotta set the tight 'cause 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
They all know that "down, down, baby"
>maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other around them changing
Everybody else around you changed, I have that, I noticed that
>maybe, maybe...
You just try to do what you've been tryin to do day one
You know, it's everybody with you until this shit happens
Once the shit happens, rolls with you anymore
Everybody wants to be like, you "fuck him"
You know what I'm
(both) maaaan, is the life!