Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

you grilla.....
That's right, that's
A hundred and million
hundred and forty thousand
square miles, on planet
Fresh New York
Aiyyo,

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab niggas mobbed him
Max was on the trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' for free
That night I was in the cut alone out
Suggest I rock a utility vest I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby told me
the heat by the side of the door
Ready for war
cats, niggas is uterus
Who this, that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king his thing
Big out in Beijing
green thing
One had turned on him
God, got realer than a fuck
up state want him
Marshalls came the hood that night
Bagged my man 32 bags he copped flight
Now he upstate niggas
House and Air big ACs
Won the Oscar award for niggas
Now all y'all niggas get to now
Who got the laugh now
Hit his house

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

2:

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

(Repeat x2)