Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Iz Da Life

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

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

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

Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I ya heard 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?

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, maker

Call me when you finna' up, you can't take a
I take care a that, it be when we wake up
Short so I lay up, no dunkin' for me
I sport the ten, no puntin' for me

Murphy Lee, the school boy's, what you 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 with
Ma, let's and leave the spot
(Come on, Ma)
Before the haters who ain't shoot up the parking lot

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

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

It's V.I.P. parkin', walked in
Ain't nobody chargin', feelin' like a
all linin' up, all nines and up
And I better make my choice, the windin' enough

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

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

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

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

it
It ain't my fault, I was with Country Grammar and talk, Ma
No Ma, I ain't hurt, just my walk, Ma
Slight limp son, you know, to
I keep it out, play your cards right you get some

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

Be like, "Oh Nelly, can I you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin' from the
I'm speakin' the change, the rapper and the chain

The high rise, overlookin' ducks and
I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and
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 than in the day
(I)
You boys for real, you at the same time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some of ain't playin' right

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

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

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

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

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