Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this coffee pot of soap
Stuck my hanger the center
When I entered I it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he was jackin' me for
out of 36 ounces this motherfucker 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 big baller
Bolo rock stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my thangs
And stepped on don't go my clique cause it's a old game
And all I ever was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred
make my money back
Cause I done too far up in these goddamn streets
To get my snatched
I'm so for real this motherfuckin skrill
That any obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I have is this small

2:

I know this nigga run game of life
So sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights
Cause he done come across with so shade
That mutha fuckers comin clips to locate him
no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him
And once the got him they sure waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin nigga it ain't worth it
And if your mother gets in it you cant surface
It was all
like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all
I gots to grind just like in
When a niggas 25 cent look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner whole eights
I don't remember being this fuckin since I sold weight
I from 50 sacs to 50 packs
And all because motherfucker 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 this mutha fuckin skrill
That any obscuring my paper is gettin killed
For

3:

Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I
like niggas with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna they homies for scratch
Catch when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I plotted niggas for ends
I never took out straps and shot gats at
It was all about being for real I was from
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 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 fucker whose came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the chase
And respect for the game
That was honored the cake was made