Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got coffee pot of white soap
my hanger down the center
When I I spent it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he was jackin' me for
Cause out of 36 this motherfucker brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I lost 16
And these streets ain't going to bring me back
Now could it be the southside big
Bolo rock slanger stones done got
I'm going up on my whole
And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old
And all I wanted was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' o-z's to hundred sacks
Gotta make my money
Cause I done came too far up in these streets
To get my snatched
I'm so for real about motherfuckin skrill
That any obstacle obscuring my paper is killed
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 with clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him gon' sure face him
And the got him they gon' sure waste him
ain't no mutha fuckin joke 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 pieces look like baby dimes
I'm on the corner whole eights
I don't remember this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 sacs to 50
And all because motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon him
Just to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for
And I'm for real about mutha fuckin skrill
That any obstacle my paper is gettin killed
For

3:

Game made to be swift eighty-six when I started
Seems niggas with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now wanna analyze they homies for scratch
Catch them when they 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 for real where I was from
Where very few niggas real but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies in battle
Living life caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble
The game made to be changed but the niggas still
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin
How many 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 honored the cake was made