Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
shot and glass break]

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

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
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
Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]

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

Lil Wayne]
And Im grindin til Im
They say "You 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 taken [my life? x3]
what the hell 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 spinnin'? I em,
And all pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i ever 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 about my life with my face
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I his momma's 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 and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin Im tired
They say "You 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 but Im just wonderin why
You taken [my life? x3]
Like what the 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 Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
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]
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, make the hood
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 Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

Lil Wayne]
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 Lord youve done took so many of my but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken [my x3]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]