Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this pot of white soap
my hanger down the center
When I entered I it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he was me for scratch
Cause out of 36 this motherfucker brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 sacs I done lost 16
And these goddamn streets ain't going to bring me
Now could it be the southside big
rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm up on my whole thangs
And stepped on don't go runnin my cause it's a old game
And all I ever wanted was some stacks
I went from slangin' o-z's to hundred sacks
Gotta make my money
I done came 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 gettin'
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I is this small skrilla

2:

I know this run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep lights
Cause he done come across shit so shade
That mutha fuckers comin with to locate him
no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him
And the got him they gon' sure waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin nigga it ain't worth it
And even if your gets in it you cant surface
It was all
like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the selling whole eights
I don't remember being fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 sacs to 50
And all because this motherfucker got jipped he to jip me back
But when I 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 fuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is killed
For

3:

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