Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

To all my in the hood, the East Coast throw boy back
From the land of throw boys black
I keep my toast in the hood, gon'
Hope you yours 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, like mac, away back
Shit, I'm trynna way up
And make the path so freak, I the runaway up

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

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

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

It's not even close, we throw toast, 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 happen to see, the Mac or Free, at you be

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

'Fore they kill me 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
Tuckin' my heater, duckin' rounder

Tell 'em tricks they gonna die I see 'em
Let 'em know my colt 45 trynna meet with they mind
But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the
And the reason 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