Luyện nghe bài hát Facts Of Life

[Juelz
see you do this
C'mon, lemme tell you the facts of life

[Chorus: song from "Facts of Life"]
You take the good, you the bad
You take em both and there you
The facts of life, the facts of

You the good, you take the bad
You em both and there you have
The of life, the facts of life

Santana]
Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I to take the bad
I tried to em both man, look what I have - nothin
Look I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted
Nothin to do but sell drugs to the public - it
I'm on these hustlin eighths of crack
the day to the night, to the day come back
and these hoes'll try to get you for cribs and get you for
Stick you with you didn't produce
Sorry but I'm just spittin the truth
Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - em
See it's a fact is dogs
Just like it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen the raw
it hard on the corners, dishin it off
Hopin the cops never catch me and me up north
The inside me, no one or nothin can guide me
Stuck in lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon

Killa, facts of life, of life, facts of life
I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how I not have it?
Ice drippin down my neck, the lock lavish
But my most prized possession - cop
That I got a scuffle with these cop bastards
I unlock handcuffs, my
I don't talk to y'all if ya not attics
I'm not average, my old school, stop it
Seen my principal, off my fox fabric
No hard feelings sir, got passed it
See y'all failed me in but I got passed it
Guns, cards dog - got plastic
I floss in the street, man I stop traffic
You should stop carriage and pay
How I got cabbage I tell you I love you ma, not marriage
But wit the speech you spit
You'll ya own beach and six and that's the fact of life

2x]

[Juelz
Yo, now you could me holla'n at every bitch walkin my way like "Hey"
Ma, you feel like talkin
My name is Juelz, I I will feed you the ice
If I'll teach you, I lead you though life
I'll tell you not to go down that street pad
I'll keep you from the losers and deadbeat
I'm just tryna live the facts of my
But I realized, yo it's just a few facts in my
rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes
Damn my ankle hurt, straps is too tight

I know just how it is dog, I'm pitchin
Right around the corner from Clinton
Beef and brocllii's on, you know the grill
You need sixteen, Cam is
How you it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds?
Come though ban-damn it
Putcha down, from now on its Santana's town

Santana]
You the coke, you take the bake
You and scrape and there you have
The crack of life, the crack of
You hit the block with the rock, watch for and there you get
The stacks in life, stacks in
Mommy always said "Will you ever up"
I I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up
'cause I love to run the streets, chasin ladies, gettin
That's a matter of fact, life's a of fact
when you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'll show what my hood's about, I'll you what my hood's about
When you liivviinn up to ya
I'll show what my hood's about, tell you what my hood's about