Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
shot and glass break]

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

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[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]
Like what the am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 1: The
Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
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 close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [My 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 Sigel
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 leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert Eagle

Lil Wayne]
And Im til Im tired
They say "You aint 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 taken [my life? x3]
Like what the am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

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

Lil Wayne]
And Im grindin 'til Im
say "You aint 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 many of my people but Im wonderin why
You taken [my life? x3]
Like what the am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

3: The Game]
Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My x3]
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I [My Life x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this cocked back

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