Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Iz Da Life

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

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

Man, dis iz da life, packed, I'm lovin' that
Picking the best hoes like a running back, 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

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 packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at?

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

Call me when you finna' break up, you take a
I take care a that, it be okay 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 boy's, 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, 'bout to B L O W U P,

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

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

Y'all be hatin' a lot we makin' a lot
I be's that like Vacant Lot
I'm hot, check what you got to get in the spot
I'm a shot before 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 make my choice, the night's windin'

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 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 a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got Sugar Daddy wit' me, man, bring mo' friends

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

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
Slight limp son, you know, to
I keep it burgged out, play your right you get some

Call me Kane when ya my name, the lips numb
I'm brains 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, then that'll be thy
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't from the vain
I'm speakin' the change, the rapper and the chain

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

All my niggas, if you wit' me, let me
(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 some of y'all ain't playin' right

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)
the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm that
Picking the best hoes like a back, what up with 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

Ever since Country Grammar shit
You know, this has been the
Man, I don't know, I've thinking
I don't man, like, everywhere I go
They all know 'Down, Down, baby' shit

Maybe, it's nothing
It's the other people them changing
Everybody else around you changed, I have 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 you until this shit happens
Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you
Everybody wants to be like, you know him'
You know I'm sayin'? Fuck them, dis iz da life