Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got coffee pot of white soap
Stuck my down the center
When I entered I spent it cause it was like
But on the real-a he was 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 to bring me back
Now could it be the southside big
rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my whole
And stepped on don't go runnin my cause it's a old game
And all I wanted was some hundred stacks
I from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks
Gotta my money back
Cause I done too far up in these goddamn streets
To get my money
I'm so for real this motherfuckin skrill
That any obstacle my paper is gettin' killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I is this 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 across shit so shade
That fuckers comin with clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once spot him they gon' sure face him
And once the got him they gon' waste him
ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't worth it
And even if your mother gets in it you cant
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 just like in
When a 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner whole eights
I remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 to 50 packs
And all because this motherfucker got he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon him
Just to let a nigga I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for about this mutha fuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin
For

3:

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