Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Is Da Life

Man, I've thinking
you've been thinking about man?
Ever since Country Grammar done seven million
I told you
That been crazy
Shit's been 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 that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and the spot
Before the haters who ain't shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that
the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and the spot
the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, is the life

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 where the at
Keep a show packed, ay, Mack, where my dough at?
Herky got my sack and blunt papers
Quick to rip and rap that, my life saver
Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, maker
Call me you finna' break up, you can't take a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok we wake up
so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me
I the ten, ain't no puntin for me
Murphy Lee the school what 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

Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we a lot
I be's nigga like Vacant Lot
I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the
I'm a shot before I pull up on the lot
V.I.P. parkin, walked in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, feelin a sergeant
They all up, all nines and up
And I make my choice, the nights windin enough
Long skirt, cornrows, fine enough
Dressed in black, suit and my brim be black
With a Cardinal on it, my team 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 keep a room key, no need for no pin
I got Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

it
It ain't my fault I was with Country Grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I hurt, that's just my walk, ma'
Slight son, you know, to Simpson
I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get
Call me Kane when ya sayin my name, the lips
I'm brains in the back of the Range, (been done)
I be's like five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin the vain
I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the
The rise, overlookin ducks 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 thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you me let me know, (why?)
Who keep it in the night than 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 playin

Ever since that Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life
Man, I don't know, I've been
I man, like, everywhere I fucking go
all know that "down, down, baby" shit
Maybe it's nothing changed, the other people around them changing
Everybody 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 this shit
Once the shit happens, nobody with you anymore
wants to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know I'm sayin?
(both) Maaaan, is the life!