Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and glass

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

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

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

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

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

2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s spinnin'? I em,
And all thse pictures of me and I 'em
So there aint no that i ever walked through 8 mile
Since they no proof, I never walked through 8 mile
So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jackson 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 know his proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on common
I spit crack and could drive it outta town
Gotta Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin 'til Im
They say "You grindin '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 taken [my life? x3]
Like the hell 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 share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
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 pray for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should [My x3]
the top back
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 back

[Chorus: Lil
And Im til Im tired
They say "You grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord youve done 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]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]