Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and break]

Game]
Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the up! fucking dogs barking and shit

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im til Im tired
They say "You grindin til 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]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

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

Lil Wayne]
And Im grindin til Im
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done took so of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I 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 spinnin'? I em,
And all thse pictures of me and I 'em
So there aint no proof that i ever walked through 8
Since they aint no proof, I walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I his momma's proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground
I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul 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 rounds

[Chorus: Lil
And Im 'til Im tired
say "You aint grindin 'til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
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 what the am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 3: The
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my 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 practice
My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just 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
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

Lil Wayne]
And Im til Im tired
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear 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]