Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and break]

Game]
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

[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 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 am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

1: The Game]
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 like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus [My Life 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 leave my
They askin' Why?" Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

[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
Dear Lord, youve done took so of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken [my 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 pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i ever walked through 8
Since they no proof, I never walked through 8 mile
So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground
I spit crack and could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin 'til Im
say "You aint grindin 'til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear 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]

3: The Game]
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
The high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
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]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this cocked back

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin til Im
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 the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]