Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this coffee pot of white
Stuck my hanger down the
When I entered I it cause it was like dope
But on the he was jackin' me for scratch
Cause out of 36 ounces this brought me 20 back
I'm 20 sacs cause I done lost 16
And these streets ain't going to bring me back
Now could it be the southside big
Bolo slanger 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 wanted was some stacks
I went slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks
Gotta make my money
Cause I done too far up in these goddamn streets
To get my snatched
I'm so for about this motherfuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I have is this small

2:

I know this nigga run this of life
So motherfuckin that at night he got to sleep with lights
Cause he done come across shit so shade
That mutha fuckers comin 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 mutha fuckin joke it ain't worth it
And even if your mother gets in it you 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 just like in
a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner whole eights
I don't remember this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 to 50 packs
And all because this got jipped he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon him
to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this mutha skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my 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
Catch them when they sleeping come and up scrap
And though I plotted hittin' niggas for ends
I never out straps and shot gats at friends
It was all about being for where I was from
Where few niggas came real but I was one
I dedicate to my homies stuck in battle
Living life caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble
The made to be changed but the niggas still started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin
How many times you had your shot
By the same mutha whose game came from your homies block
get caught up in the paper chase
And lose respect for the
That was honored before the was made