Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun and glass break]

Game]
Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass
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
They say "You grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]

1: The Game]
Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Jesus
for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle [My Life x3]
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why?" Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
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 havent taken [my x3]
Like the hell 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 there aint no proof that i ever walked through 8
they aint no proof, I never walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste,
And fuck Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and could 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 full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

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

[Verse 3: The
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
The beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my pray for good
And never her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that 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
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

[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
Dear Lord youve 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]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]