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 dogs and shit

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im til Im tired
say "You aint 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 havent [my life? x3]
Like what the am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

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

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

2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors 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 walked through 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 Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my with my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his momma's
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 niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris Paul state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
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 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]

3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
The high on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My x3]
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
Ridin' in that 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 brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

Lil Wayne]
And Im til Im tired
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 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]