Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

This one is for my people in the and six feet baby...
Watch kid, the jakes be deep and on the creep now...
What the deal, this for my duns thats upstate doin' bids...
Stay reppin' queens with beams...

1]
I only rock with
plannin' niggas that cock cannons
Roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' bids in the box standin'
8 niggas thats to hop in the van'n
Cock glocks and put the on the whole block gamblin'
it to knots landin'
Gun shots got 'em
4 cops to examine
The streets are frigid so I it vivid
Sleep it, it, and live it
If you one of these slugs i'm'a give it
And pop you 'till you liquid
Your days are numbered and I'm the digits
Bodies get to the chop shop like civics
All for up on the wrong blocks to visit
The wrong spot to it
Nothin' but tops in the biscuits
Get lifted out your hot lizards
Keep it far the child shit
.40 cal.
Runnin' with wild
Dead you and beat the trial shit
12 whips
The is scorchin'
Flooded with drug lawmen
Strippin' your
are like the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n
Orphans that spit the often
Mad get abortions
Weak lay stiff in a coffin
Federal stakeouts, get raided
Shots get
Come in a lock everything related
Keepin' the cell blocks overly
scarfaces inoxicated
Bodies get
Some get chopped and
Leave 'em in need for medical aid
For metal gets rasied
When shit gets hot it's hard to the blaze
The we praise.

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The you hold
Is just like the you roll
Be careful kid, these streets is ice
The thirsty out workin' the night patrol
For the of gold
As the story of our life told.

2]
How many make it out, it's one in a
Scared to 'cause one of your children
Just might be the next one to get stretched in on the building
Dumbin' out, pullin' out, runnin' wit' villians
Livin' in pain, kid in a gang
Trapped in these blocks where the heat
niggas reach for they thang
Speak slang, chop your grill until the meat
Bustin' they gat, their deep games
Look out for the dames that set you up
you to the crib to wet you up
Lift your up
to lift and mess you up
Smith and you up
Never press luck
Be to bust
How you dare to trust?
Keep friends close and enemies closer
I pour double shots of remi to toast ya friendly ghost they send
Me
Send some to roast ya
If they approach ya send me the semi-toasters
Give 'em the kennedy and send three in ya boulder
Life is about them slimmy's over
Plenty bentley's and
Half naked women for chauffers
Crib with the fendi
Black nostras
Crack jehovas stackin' like
Taylor made suits with gucci penny
Mac in holsters for rats and vultures
Havin' dt's package and us
These raps are
Blow the of cobras
Roll the gat exploders, gun slingers
Corners and hangers
The a ton bringers
one in the chamber