Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Is Da Life

Man, been thinking
What you've been thinking man?
Ever Country Grammar done spent seven million
Millions I you
That shit's crazy
been frucking crazy, I tell ya

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

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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 packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at?
got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my saver
Playa hater hater, Lunatic 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 the ten, ain't no puntin for me
Murphy Lee the 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,

Y'all be a lot 'cause 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 shot before I up on the lot
It's V.I.P. parkin, in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, feelin a sergeant
all linin up, all nines 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 on it, my team 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 Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, mo' friends

it
It ain't my fault I was born with Grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, that's my walk, ma'
Slight limp son, you know, to
I keep it burgged out, play cards right you get some
Call me when ya sayin my name, the lips numb
I'm talkin in the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin from the
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 been a 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 boys for real", "you fakin" at the time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't right

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 "down, down, baby" shit
it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing
Everybody else around you changed, I noticed that, I noticed that
Maybe, maybe...
You try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one
You know, it's everybody with you until this shit happens
the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore
Everybody wants to be like, you "fuck him"
You know I'm sayin?
(both) Maaaan, is the life!