Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this coffee pot of white
my hanger down the center
When I entered I spent it cause it was dope
But on the real-a he was me for scratch
Cause out of 36 ounces motherfucker brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I lost 16
And these goddamn streets ain't to bring me back
Now could it be the big baller
rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm up on my whole thangs
And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause a old game
And all I wanted was some hundred stacks
I from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks
make my money back
Cause I done came too far up in goddamn streets
To get my snatched
I'm so for about this motherfuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I is this small skrilla

2:

I know nigga run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist that at he got to sleep with lights
Cause he come across with shit so shade
That mutha fuckers comin clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure him
And once the got him they gon' waste him
This ain't no mutha joke nigga it ain't worth it
And even if your mother gets in it you surface
It was all
Just like bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in and we all hurting
I gots to just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby
I'm on the corner 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 wants to jip me
But when I 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 this mutha fuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin
For

3:

Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I
Seems like niggas with hustle got
Cause now they wanna analyze homies for scratch
Catch when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I hittin' niggas for ends
I never 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 in battle
life being caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble
The game made to be changed but the still started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the gettin slaughtered
How many you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your block
Niggas get up in the paper chase
And respect for the game
was honored before the cake was made