Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

This one is for my in the street and six feet baby...
Watch yourself kid, the jakes be and on the creep now...
What the deal, ones for my duns thats upstate doin' bids...
Stay reppin' queens infra-red beams...

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I only rock fam'n
Plot plannin' niggas that cannons
Roll with the ox jammin' doin' whole bids in the box standin'
8 niggas thats quick to hop in the
Cock and put the drops on the whole block gamblin'
it to knots landin'
Gun shots got 'em
Leavin' 4 to examine
The streets are frigid so I it vivid
it, love it, and live it
If you want one of these i'm'a give it
And pop you 'till you drop
days are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits
Bodies get sent to the chop like civics
All for poppin' up on the wrong blocks to
The wrong to risk it
Nothin' but hollow tops in the
Get helicopter out your hot lizards
Keep it far from the shit
.40 cal.
Runnin' with wild
Dead you and beat the murder shit
12 valve
The is scorchin'
Flooded with drug lawmen
Strippin' fortune
Shorties are like the statue of liberty, they stay the torch'n
Orphans that spit the fifth
Mad get abortions
Weak ones lay in a coffin
Federal stakeouts, get raided
Shots get
Come in a lock everything related
Keepin' the cell overly populated
Incarcerated scarfaces
get operated
Some get chopped and
Leave 'em in need for medical aid
For dough metal gets
shit gets hot it's hard to settle the blaze
The we praise.

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The life you
Is just the dice you roll
Be careful kid, these is ice cold
The worms out workin' the night patrol
For the price of
As the story of our gets told.

2]
How many it out, it's one in a million
Scared to death 'cause one of children
Just might be the next one to get stretched in front on the
Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, wit' villians
Livin' in pain, kid in a street
Trapped in these blocks the heat flames
Where niggas for they thang
Speak slang, chop grill until the meat hang
they gat, runnin' their deep games
Look out for the cheap that set you up
you to the crib to wet you up
Lift necklace up
to lift and mess you up
Smith and you up
Never press your
Be prepared to
How many you to trust?
your friends close and enemies closer
I pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost until send
Me
Send some guinea's to ya
If they can't ya send me the semi-toasters
Give 'em the dose and send three in ya boulder
Life is about bendin' them slimmy's
Plenty and rovers
Half naked women for chauffers
Crib with the sofa's
costa nostras
Crack jehovas stackin' like
Taylor made suits with gucci loafers
Mac in holsters for rats and vultures
Havin' dt's package and us
These raps are
the backs of cobras
Roll the gat exploders, gun slingers
Corners and hangers
The a ton bringers
Keep one in the