Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
shot and glass break]

[The
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 dogs and shit

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

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

[Verse 1: The
Take me away from the hood like a penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
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
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
Like I needed my father, but he needed a [My Life x3]
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this 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
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my but Im just wonderin why
You taken [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 approach my Phantom with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s I earned em,
And all pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no that i ever walked through 8 mile
they aint no proof, I never walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste,
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye [My Life x3]
Damn, I his momma's proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
Gotta Chris Paul 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 grindin Im tired
say "You aint grindin 'til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
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]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

3: The Game]
Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
(Compton... Compton...)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes [My Life x3]
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
slow in that Phantom just the way I should [My Life x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

Lil Wayne]
And Im grindin til Im
say "You aint 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 [my life x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]