Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Is Da Life

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

Lee]
Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya me
'Cause I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, 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 life
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 when we up
Short so I gotta lay-up, no for me
I the ten, ain't no puntin 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, to B-L-O-W-U-P, c'mon

Y'all be hatin a lot 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 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, she's fine
Dressed in black, black and my brim be black
a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, I put my on it, my team shoots well
if I had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me?)
My got fur on it, I'm a slide right in
And I keep a room key, ain't no for no pin
I got Sugar Daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo'

it
It ain't my fault I was with Country Grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, just my walk, ma'
limp son, you know, to Simpson
I keep it burgged out, play cards right you get some
Call me Kane when ya my name, the lips 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 "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one just made you came, that'll be thy name
The one they tame, I ain't speakin from the vain
I'm speakin from the change, the and the chain
The high rise, overlookin ducks and
I can see fascinated by the trucks and thangs
On Q, she hopped on the tip my man
She been a vivrant 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 playin

Ever since Country Grammar shit, you know, this has been the life
Man, I don't know, I've thinking
I don't man, like, everywhere I go
all know that "down, down, baby" shit
Maybe it's nothing changed, it's the people around them changing
else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that
Maybe, maybe...
You just try to do you've been tryin to do from day one
You know, it's like everybody with you this shit happens
Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you
Everybody to be like, you know "fuck him"
You know what I'm
(both) Maaaan, is the life!