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 dogs and shit

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im grindin til Im
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
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]
Like what the am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 1: The
Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [My x3]
'Cause that's 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 hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin til Im
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just why
You taken [my life? x3]
Like 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 I earned em,
And all thse of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I never walked 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste,
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think my life with my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground
I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

Lil Wayne]
And Im grindin 'til Im
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 many of my people but Im wonderin why
You havent [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 3: The
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
The beams on, me and the Devil 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 hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should 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 nigga couldn't stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

[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 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]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]