Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this coffee pot of soap
Stuck my hanger the center
When I I spent it cause it was like dope
But on the he was jackin' me for scratch
out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 cause I done lost 16
And these goddamn streets ain't going to bring me
Now could it be the big baller
Bolo rock stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my whole
And on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game
And all I ever was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' sacks
Gotta make my back
Cause I done came too far up in goddamn streets
To get my money
I'm so for real about this skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I have is small skrilla

2:

I know nigga run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist at night he got to sleep with lights
Cause he done come with shit so shade
That mutha fuckers with clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him they sure face him
And the got him they gon' sure waste him
This ain't no fuckin joke nigga it ain't worth it
And even if mother gets in it you cant surface
It was all
Just like that bullshit you was it was all purpose
We all in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind like in eighty-nine
When a 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole
I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I weight
I went 50 sacs to 50 packs
And all because this motherfucker got jipped he to jip me back
But I find him I'm gon finalize him
Just to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for
And I'm for about this mutha fuckin skrill
That any obscuring my paper is gettin killed
For

3:

Game made to be since eighty-six when I started
like niggas with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna they homies for scratch
them when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I plotted hittin' for ends
I never took out straps and shot at friends
It was all about being for real where I was
Where very few niggas real but I was one
I dedicate to my homies stuck in battle
Living life being caught up in this mutha fuckin'
The game made to be changed but the niggas still
Cocaine seems to be for the niggas gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie
By the same fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper
And lose respect for the
That was honored the cake was made