Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Ooh
It's real street shit
[Incomprehensible] they're for this one, nigga
Ooh ohh

I up with my man, same hood, same age
names to protect the guilty and
Your boy, Free was filthy, same clothes, day
Be the first to admit it, while niggaz to be willies, hey

We up the first Donny I drove
We cooled up the first tommy I seen, the flow
Smoke a timmy, with this semi, made his chimney
Nerves his body shake, everybody froze

So young with a and a mac
But still manage to make it the magic, the bad
On the block, with a of crack, package of pills
All heads will try to teach us to

He said, Muhammed walk with a sword, I roll a gat
This the shit, different day, from times
Now my man Book writing me back
So I figured, try to 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac

We for life gonna take it
And then enough ain't no
But for life, it's my life
Not for the

To all my boys in the hood, the East Coast throw boy
From the land of them throw boys
I keep my toast in the hood, squeeze
Hope you throw back come to the streets
To bring my homeboys

my mind out this piece, but I'm always back
I got sheet in my air, mac, fall away back
Shit, I'm trynna way up
And make the path so freak, I the runaway up

My life a bitch with a on
But I keep it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw
And I don't know how to carry bitch
Sometime I marry this bitch

Sometimes I feel like this whore
But I can't 'cause it feel like, it all
I've on so fucking much, feel like my living was all
But in my lifetime, I'm a regrets
Still with the evils, know that one day sit with the boss

We thuggin' for gonna take it
And then enough no mistakin'
But for life, it's my life
Not for the

not even close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats
It's the worst of both hoods, at 'em Mac
up exact with the Mac, and the V
Get back, if you to see, the Mac or Free, at where you be

I be where you at, I come you live
The cat untuckle the gat, the thing
The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig, with
Hear the feds trynna the boss Sieg'

they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Dial Lo
Before I'm stuck like Luima, I be up you need it
And I'ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, my reefer
my heater, duckin' your rounder

Tell 'em tricks gonna die when I see 'em
Let 'em know my friend 45 trynna meet with they mind
But we keep drama, think, is the reason
And Freeway the that you tied up in pajamas

We thuggin' for gonna take it
And then ain't no mistakin'
But it's for life, my life
Not for the