Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and break]

[The
Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im til Im tired
say "You aint grindin til you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just why
You havent taken [my x3]
what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 1: The
Take me away from the hood a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause that's people
And The Game, the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a [My Life x3]
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why?" Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin til Im
They say "You grindin til you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done took so of my people but Im just wonderin why
You taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 2: The
We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s spinnin'? I em,
And all thse pictures of me and I 'em
So there aint no that i ever walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I never walked 8 mile
So eat black music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his momma's
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris Paul state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

Lil Wayne]
And Im 'til Im tired
They say "You grindin 'til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord youve done took so many of my people but Im just why
You havent [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]

3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should [My Life x3]
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this cocked back

[Chorus: Lil
And Im til Im tired
They say "You grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Lord youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent [my life x3]
what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]