Luyện nghe bài hát Life Gets Brutal

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

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

2: Heems]
I'm Mahmoud
I pledge allegiance I raise the roof, like
Like does roof need raising?
Rashad in the sun like a raisin
These sound like because I'm whoring myself
Stack for a verse, now I'm myself
Yes, I'm from Japan
Call my and I pay him in yen
Budapest, Bucharest to
He who next, you a pest, stupid
fresh, Hima best dressed
He who do the text, I see you like meh
we from, life gets brutal
Bury our feelings in of Brugal
I'm listening to Sisqo
Remember our friends use to wild out on [?]