Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun and glass break]

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

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im grindin til Im
say "You aint grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done 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 the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause that's people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle [My Life x3]
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' Why?" Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[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
Lord, youve 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]

2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution (caution... caution)
See 24s spinnin'? I earned em,
And all thse pictures of me and I 'em
So aint no proof 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 Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you 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 drive it outta town
Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

Lil Wayne]
And Im grindin Im tired
They say "You aint grindin 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 wonderin why
You havent [my life? x3]
what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 3: The
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
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 up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could [My Life x3]
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should [My Life x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

Lil Wayne]
And Im til Im tired
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to
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]