Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this coffee pot of soap
Stuck my hanger down the
I entered I spent it cause it was like dope
But on the he was jackin' 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 going to bring me back
Now could it be the big baller
rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my thangs
And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause a old game
And all I ever was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' to movin' hundred sacks
Gotta make my back
I done came too far up in these goddamn streets
To get my money
I'm so for real about motherfuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my is gettin' killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I have is small skrilla

2:

I this nigga run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist at night he got to sleep with lights
Cause he done come across with shit so
That mutha fuckers comin with clips to him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him gon' sure face him
And once the got him gon' sure waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't it
And even if mother gets in it you cant surface
It was all
Just like that you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all
I gots to grind just in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling eights
I don't remember being this paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 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 know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real this mutha fuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is killed
For

3:

Game made to be swift since eighty-six I started
Seems like niggas hustle got outsmarted
now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch
Catch when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even I plotted hittin' niggas for ends
I never out straps and shot gats at friends
It was all about being for real I was from
Where few niggas came real but I was one
I dedicate to my homies stuck in battle
Living life being up in this mutha fuckin' gamble
The game made to be changed but the niggas started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin
How times you had your homie shot
By the same fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper
And lose respect for the
That was before the cake was made