Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Is Da Life

Man, I've thinking
What you've been thinking man?
Ever since Country Grammar done spent million
I told you
That shit's crazy
Shit's been crazy, I tell ya

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

[Murphy
Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I ya heard me
'Cause I'm forty-eight negative thirty, Murphy perverted
And you know that, be in strip clubs where the at
Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my 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, maker
Call me when you break up, you can't take a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we up
so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, ain't no for me
Murphy Lee the school boy's what you 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 hatin a lot 'cause we a lot
I be's that nigga Vacant Lot
I'm achin hot, check 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 better make my choice, the nights windin
Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine
Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be
With a bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots
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 key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

it
It ain't my fault I was born with Country and talk, ma'
No ma', I hurt, that's just my walk, ma'
limp son, you know, to Simpson
I it burgged out, play your cards 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 only five-ten, weighin
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin by a bum
Be "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
one just made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, I speakin from the vain
I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the
The high rise, ducks and thangs
I can see you're fascinated by the and thangs
On Q, when she 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 it hotter in the night than in the day (I)
"You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't right

Ever that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life
Man, I don't know, I've been
I man, like, everywhere I fucking go
they all know "down, down, baby" shit
Maybe it's nothing changed, 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 like everybody with you until this happens
Once the shit happens, rolls with you anymore
Everybody to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know what I'm
(both) Maaaan, is the life!