Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Iz Da Life

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

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin'
Picking the best like a running back, what up with that?
Ma, let's break and the spot
(Come on, Ma)
Before the haters who fuckin' shoot up the parking lot

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin'
Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up that?
Ma, let's break and leave the
(Come on, Ma)
Before the haters who fuckin' shoot up the parking lot

Man, dis iz da life, packed, I'm lovin' that
Picking the best like a running back, what up with that?
Ma, let's break and the spot
(Come on, Ma)
Before the who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot
Man, dis iz da

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 clubs where the at
Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, my dough at?

Herky got my quarter 0 sack and papers
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life
Playa hater, Lunatic rhyme maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head

Call me when you finna' break up, you can't a
I take a that, it be okay when we wake up
Short so I gotta lay up, no for me
I sport the ten, ain't no for me

Murphy Lee, the boy's, what you want me to be?
So, I'm a be that, for six D I G I T's
I'm a L U N A T I C, to B L O W U P, c'mon

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin'
Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up that?
Ma, let's break and the spot
(Come on, Ma)
Before the haters who ain't fuckin' up the parking lot

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin'
Picking the best hoes a running back, what up with that?
Ma, let's and leave the spot
(Come on, Ma)
Before the haters who fuckin' shoot up the parking lot
Man, dis iz da

Y'all be a lot 'cause we makin' a lot
I be's that like Vacant Lot
I'm achin' hot, check what you got to get in the
I'm takin' a shot I pull up on the lot

It's V.I.P. parkin', in sparkin'
Ain't chargin', feelin' like a sergeant
all linin' up, all nines and up
And I better my choice, the night's windin' enough

Long skirt, cornrows, she's enough
Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be
With a Cardinal on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my shoots well

if I had a curve on it, no standin' in line
(Who, me?)
My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide in
And I keep a key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Sugar Daddy wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm that
Picking the best hoes a running back, what up with that?
Ma, let's break and leave the
(Come on, Ma')
Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the lot

Man, dis iz da life, packed, I'm lovin' that
Picking the best hoes a running back, what up with that?
Ma, let's break and leave the
(Come on, Ma)
Before the who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot
Man, dis iz da

it
It ain't my fault, I was born with Country 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 right you get some

Call me Kane ya sayin' my name, the lips numb
I'm talkin' in the back of the Range, been done
I be's like only five, ten, one, seven, one
But if you close your eyes, swore gettin' crushed by a bum

Be like, "Oh Nelly, can I 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 from the change, the rapper and the chain

The rise, overlookin' ducks and thangs
I can see fascinated by the trucks and thangs
On Q, when she on the tip my man
She must've been a vibrant thang, a thang, ay

All my niggas, if you wit' me, let me
(Why?)
Who keep it hotter in the night in the day
(I)
You for real, you fakin at the same time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some of y'all ain't playin'

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin'
Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up that?
Ma, let's break and leave the
(Come on, Ma)
Before the haters who ain't fuckin' up the parking lot

Man, dis iz da life, packed, I'm lovin' that
Picking the hoes like a running back, what up with that?
Ma, let's and leave the spot
(Come on, Ma)
Before the haters who ain't fuckin' up the parking lot
Man, dis iz da

Ever that Country Grammar shit
You know, this has been the
Man, I don't know, I've been
I don't man, like, I fucking go
all know that 'Down, Down, baby' shit

Maybe, nothing changed
It's the other around them changing
else around you changed, I have noticed that
I noticed maybe, maybe

You just try to do what you've been tryin' to do day one
You know, it's like everybody with you until shit happens
the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore
Everybody wants to be like, you know him'
You know what I'm sayin'? them, dis iz da life