Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Ooh
It's that real shit
[Incomprehensible] ready for this one, nigga
Ooh ohh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I feel like quitting this whore
But I can't 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 the boss

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

It's not even close, we toast, sleep with ya gats
the worst of both 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 where you at, I come where you
The cat untuckle the gat, the thing
The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig, ease
Hear the feds trynna the boss Sieg'

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

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