Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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

I came up with my man, hood, same age
Withheld 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 cleaned up the Donny I drove
We cooled up the first I seen, follow the flow
Smoke a timmy, with this semi, his chimney move
Nerves his body shake, everybody froze

So young a pump 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 us to rhyme

He said, Muhammed walk a sword, I roll with a gat
the same shit, different day, from times
Now my man Book ain't me back
So I figured, try to reach 'em with rhymes, no to Mac

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

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

Blew my mind out this piece, but I'm always
I got in my air, like mac, fall away back
Shit, I'm come way up
And make the so freak, I tear the runaway up

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

Sometimes I like quitting this whore
But I 'cause it feel like, giving it all
I've been on so much, feel like my living was all
But in my lifetime, I'm a deliver
Still with the evils, know that one day I'ma sit with the

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

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

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

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

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

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