Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Is Da Life

Man, been thinking
What been thinking about 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, is the life, club packed, I'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's and leave the spot
Before the who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
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 leave the
the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, is the life

[Murphy
Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya me
'Cause I'm forty-eight plus thirty, Murphy perverted
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 sack and papers
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life
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 curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake 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 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 a lot 'cause we makin a lot
I that nigga like 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 up, all nines and up
And I better make my choice, the nights enough
Long skirt, cornrows, she's enough
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 shoots well
That's if I had a curve on it, no in line (who, me?)
My got fur on it, I'm a slide right in
And I keep a key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Sugar Daddy wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

it
It ain't my fault I was born 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, your cards right you get some
Call me Kane 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 made you came, then that'll be thy name
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 by the trucks and thangs
On Q, she hopped 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 in the night than in the day (I)
"You boys for real", "you fakin" at the same
Gotta set the game tight 'cause a y'all ain't playin right

Ever since that Country Grammar shit, you know, this has the life
Man, I don't know, I've thinking
I don't man, like, I fucking go
all know that "down, down, baby" shit
Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other around them changing
Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that, I that
Maybe, maybe...
You just try to do what been tryin to do from day one
You know, it's like everybody you until this shit happens
Once the shit happens, rolls with you anymore
wants to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know what I'm
(both) Maaaan, is the life!