Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Is Da Life

Man, been thinking
you've been thinking about man?
Ever since Country Grammar done seven million
Millions I you
shit's been crazy
Shit's been crazy, I tell ya

- Ali & Murphy Lee]
Maaaaaan, this is the life, packed, I'm lovin that
the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), break and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's and leave 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 know ya me
'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, Murphy
And you know that, be in strip where the shows at
a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at?
Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my saver
hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, maker
Call me when you finna' break up, you can't a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok we wake up
so I gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, ain't no 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, 'bout to B-L-O-W-U-P,

Y'all be a lot 'cause we makin a lot
I be's that nigga like Lot
I'm achin hot, check you got to get in the spot
I'm takin a before I pull up on the lot
It's V.I.P. parkin, in sparkin
Ain't chargin, feelin like a sergeant
They all linin up, all and up
And I better make my choice, the nights enough
Long skirt, cornrows, she's enough
Dressed in black, black suit and my be black
a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my team 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 a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Sugar partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

it
It my fault I was born with Country Grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, that's my walk, ma'
Slight 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 numb
I'm talkin 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 like "oh Nelly, can I you Mr. Hanes?"
one just made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't from the vain
I'm speakin the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, ducks and thangs
I can see fascinated by the trucks and thangs
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 for real", "you fakin" at the same time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a 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, everywhere I go
they all know that "down, down, baby"
Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other around them changing
Everybody else you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that
Maybe, maybe...
You just try to do what you've tryin to do from day one
You know, it's like with you until this shit happens
Once the shit happens, nobody with you anymore
Everybody to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know what I'm
(both) Maaaan, is the life!