Luyện nghe bài hát Life Gets Brutal

[Verse 1:
I belong to the heart of the
The is pretty but the stress gets shitty
Better the next man save me the pity
Feed me a pita, gas at the
Or the Citgo, mami get low
If a hit though mami just let go
Kombat, the beat so Sega
Got a Spanish girl, she look like
Got a Brazilian, she look Blanca
Japanese lookin like E. Honda
Shorty from the she look like Tatanka
it like a lollipop, call me Willy Wonka
Call me Depp, call me Richard Greco
Lady in the sheets, in the she a freak though
If a free kick, it's a free throw
You know how he like Mark Price with free throws

You belong, to the of the city
Why you try to me baby
You belong, to the of the city
Why you try to play me

2: Heems]
I'm Mahmoud
I don't pledge allegiance I the roof, like
Like does this need raising?
Phylicia Rashad in the sun a raisin
These like porn because I'm whoring myself
for a verse, now I'm touring myself
Yes, I'm fresh from
my connect and I pay him in yen
Budapest, to Budapest
He who next, you a pest, stupid
fresh, Hima best dressed
He who do the text, I see through you meh
we from, life gets brutal
Bury our feelings in bottles of
I'm been to Sisqo
when our friends use to wild out on [?]