Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
shot and glass break]

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

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im til Im tired
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Lord, youve done took 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 1: The
Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces? [My Life x3]
that's 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 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 nigga feed off
Answer my question this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[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, done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 2: The
We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s I earned em,
And all pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof i ever walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste,
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [My x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on common
I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life used to be empty a glock without a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin 'til Im
They say "You aint '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 but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken [my x3]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share 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 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]
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in Phantom just the way I should [My Life x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

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 people but Im just why
You havent taken [my x3]
Like what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]