Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

This one is for my in the street and six feet baby...
yourself 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 fam'n
Plot niggas that cock cannons
Roll with the ox jammin' niggas doin' whole in the box standin'
8 thats quick to hop in the van'n
Cock glocks and put the on the whole block gamblin'
it to knots landin'
Gun shots got 'em
Leavin' 4 cops to
The streets are frigid so I speak it
Sleep it, it, and live it
If you want one of these slugs give it
And pop you 'till you drop
Your are numbered and I'm droppin' the digits
get sent to the chop shop like civics
All for up on the wrong blocks to visit
The spot to risk it
Nothin' but hollow tops in the
Get helicopter lifted out hot lizards
Keep it far from the shit
.40 cal.
Runnin' with cliques
you and beat the murder trial shit
12 valve
The strip is
Flooded drug enforcement lawmen
Strippin' your
Shorties are the statue of liberty, they stay liftin' the torch'n
that spit the fifth often
Mad get abortions
Weak ones lay in a coffin
Federal stakeouts, spots get
Shots get
in a lock everything rock related
Keepin' the blocks overly populated
Incarcerated inoxicated
Bodies get
Some get chopped and
'em bleedin' in need for medical aid
For dough metal gets
When shit gets hot it's hard to settle the
The we praise.

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

2]
How many make it out, it's one in a
Scared to death 'cause one of your
Just might be the one to get stretched in front on the building
Dumbin' out, pullin' guns out, runnin' villians
in pain, kid in a street gang
Trapped in these blocks the heat flames
Where niggas for they thang
Speak slang, chop grill until the meat hang
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
Quick to lift and you up
and wess' you up
Never press luck
Be to bust
How many you dare to
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 can't ya send me the semi-toasters
Give 'em the kennedy dose and send three in ya
Life is bendin' them slimmy's over
Plenty bentley's and
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' package and coach us
raps are vulgar
Blow the backs of
Roll with the gat exploders, gun
Corners and slum
The brick a ton
one in the chamber