Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and glass

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

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

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

[Verse 1: The
Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
I overdosed on cocaine
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 fuckin'
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause that's people
And The Game, the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
Like I needed my father, but he needed a [My Life x3]
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert Eagle

Lil Wayne]
And Im til Im tired
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 many of my people but Im just why
You taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]

2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with (caution... caution)
See 24s spinnin'? I earned em,
And all thse of me and I burned 'em
So there no proof that 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 fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
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 thousand rounds

[Chorus: Lil
And Im 'til Im tired
They say "You grindin '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 havent [my life? x3]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
The high beams on, me and the Devil share 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 the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should [My Life x3]
the top back
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 this 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 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]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]