Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and 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 dogs and shit

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im grindin til Im
say "You aint grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
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 overdosed on
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(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 Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [My x3]
'Cause Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a [My Life x3]
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' Why?" Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
And Im til Im tired
They say "You grindin til you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done 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 2: The
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s I earned em,
And all thse pictures of me and I 'em
So there no proof that i ever walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I never walked through 8
So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life my face down
Then I see my and put on that 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 common
I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin Im tired
They say "You grindin 'til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord youve 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]

3: The Game]
Walk the gates 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 Raider
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
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 Phantom just the way I should [My Life x3]
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

[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 but Im just wonderin why
You havent [my life x3]
Like what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]