Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this coffee pot of white
my hanger down the center
When I entered I it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he was jackin' me for
Cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20
I'm slanging 20 cause I done lost 16
And these goddamn streets going to bring me back
Now could it be the big baller
Bolo rock slanger stones done got
I'm going up on my thangs
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 o-z's to movin' hundred sacks
Gotta my money back
Cause I done came too far up in goddamn streets
To get my snatched
I'm so for real about this skrill
That any obstacle my paper is gettin' killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I is this small skrilla

2:

I know this run this game of life
So motherfuckin that 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 spot him they gon' sure face him
And once the got him they sure waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it 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 chipped in and we all hurting
I gots to just like in eighty-nine
a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling eights
I remember being 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 I find him I'm gon finalize him
Just to let a nigga I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this mutha skrill
That any obstacle my paper is gettin killed
For

3:

Game made to be swift eighty-six when I started
like niggas with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna they homies for scratch
Catch them when they sleeping down and up scrap
And even though I hittin' niggas for ends
I never took out straps and shot gats at
It was all about being for where I was from
Where very few niggas real but I was one
I dedicate this to my 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 blamed for the niggas slaughtered
How times you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from homies block
Niggas get caught up in the chase
And lose for the game
That was before the cake was made