Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

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

(scratching and mixing)
All I have is this small

2:

I this nigga run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with
Cause he done across with shit so shade
mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure him
And once the got him they sure waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't it
And even if your mother gets in it you cant
It was all
Just like that you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in and we all hurting
I to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces look like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole
I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid I sold weight
I from 50 sacs to 50 packs
And all because this motherfucker got he wants to jip me back
But when I 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 real about mutha fuckin skrill
That any obstacle my paper is gettin killed
For

3:

Game made to be since eighty-six when I started
Seems like with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now wanna analyze they homies for scratch
Catch them they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I plotted hittin' niggas for
I never took out and shot gats 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 mutha fuckin' gamble
The game to be changed but the niggas still started
seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered
How many times you had homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies
Niggas get up in the paper chase
And respect for the game
That was honored before the cake was