Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this pot of white soap
Stuck my hanger down the
When I 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 cause I lost 16
And these goddamn streets ain't going to me back
Now could it be the southside big
Bolo rock slanger done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my whole
And stepped on go runnin my clique cause it's a old game
And all I ever wanted was 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 about motherfuckin skrill
any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' 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
mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him gon' sure face 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 bullshit you was it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all
I gots to grind like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces look just baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling eights
I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid I sold weight
I from 50 sacs to 50 packs
And all this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back
But I find him I'm gon finalize him
to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this mutha fuckin
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin
For

3:

Game made to be swift since eighty-six I started
like niggas with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna analyze homies for scratch
Catch them they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I plotted hittin' niggas for
I took out straps and shot gats at friends
It was all about for real where I was from
Where very few came real but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies stuck in
Living being 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 homie
By the same mutha whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get up in the paper chase
And lose for the game
That was before the cake was made