Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun and glass break]

[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

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
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken [my 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 from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a [My Life x3]
I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' Why?" Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin til Im
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im with 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 taken [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 24s spinnin'? I earned em,
And all thse of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i ever walked 8 mile
Since aint 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 and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can 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 Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand [Gunshots]

Lil Wayne]
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 youve done took 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]

3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
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 that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
my grandmother pray for good
And made 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 it's real niggas like me, make the hood
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
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this cocked back

[Chorus: Lil
And Im til Im tired
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 [my life x3]
what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]