Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

you grilla.....
That's right, that's
A hundred and million
nine hundred and thousand
square miles, on this
Fresh outta New
Aiyyo,

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a
He called Lucky lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for
That I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby me before
Keep the by the side of the door
for military war
Numerous cats, is uterus
Who this, claimin' he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young doing his thing
Big out in Beijing
Aqua thing
One connect had on him
God, shit got realer than a
Crackers up want him
Marshalls through the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he flight
Now he upstate baggin'
House and Air big ACs
Won the Oscar award for crabbing
Now all y'all niggas get to now
Who got the laugh now
Hit his stash

It's real life
Y'all niggas see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost nuttin' just to
Real life, lay son you won't last
life
Real
Real

2:

February day on a Wednesday
like grimsday
Russian hats rocking it the way
day we got guns on us
Jakes us,
Playin Einstein and Auroras
meek caught us
Couple of francs, the blue Taurus
What up tuck chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some bottles
of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 pair of Clarks one of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom wid the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, that
this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there fear in our heart
Blink we take it there
our thing apart
Broad jumped out to run shit
Spoken loud words all we is his head
He did some dumb
from Miami now
Damn yo big head in some wild shit
caught the stair down
Now it came to me yo
it wise and brutally yo
Put your tooly and talk like men
No shots rang yo, hittin' the ground like
Swiss the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son 'em all..
I 'em all..

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