Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun and glass break]

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

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im grindin til Im
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve 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]

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

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

[Verse 2: The
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with (caution... caution)
See 24s spinnin'? I earned em,
And all pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i ever walked 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste,
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

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

[Verse 3: The
Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
(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 many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should [My x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

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