Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1]
I only with fam'n
Plot niggas that cock cannons
Roll with the ox niggas doin' whole bids in the box standin'
8 niggas thats to hop in the van'n
Cock glocks and put the drops on the whole block
Turn it to knots
Gun shots got 'em
4 cops to examine
The are frigid so I speak it vivid
Sleep it, love it, and it
If you want one of slugs i'm'a give it
And pop you 'till you drop
Your are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits
Bodies get sent to the shop like civics
All for poppin' up on the wrong to visit
The wrong to risk it
but hollow tops in the biscuits
Get helicopter lifted out hot lizards
Keep it far the child shit
.40 cal.
with wild cliques
Dead you and beat the murder trial
12 valve
The strip is
Flooded with enforcement lawmen
Strippin' your
Shorties are the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n
Orphans spit the fifth often
Mad chicks get
Weak lay stiff in a coffin
stakeouts, spots get raided
Shots get
Come in a lock everything related
Keepin' the blocks overly populated
scarfaces inoxicated
Bodies get
Some get and faded
Leave 'em bleedin' in for medical aid
For dough metal rasied
When shit gets hot it's hard to the blaze
The we praise.

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The life you
Is just like the dice you
Be careful kid, these is ice cold
The thirsty worms out workin' the night
For the of gold
As the of our life gets told.

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