Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

you grilla.....
That's right, that's
A hundred and ninety-six
nine hundred and thousand
square miles, on planet
Fresh outta New
Aiyyo,

1:

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

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

2:

February tenth day on a
It's like
Russian rocking it the Benz way
day we got guns on us
Jakes us,
Playin lenses and Auroras
Little meek us
Couple of francs, the blue Taurus
What up your chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some bottles
Eyes of hate finally up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 pair of one pair of Lugz
Wit the nigga wid the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, that
Violate cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight in our heart
Blink we take it there
our thing apart
Broad out tryin' to run shit
Spoken words all we want is his head
He did some shit
Beef Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in some shit
caught the stair down
Now it back to me yo
Handle it and brutally yo
Put down your and talk like men
No shots rang yo, the ground like mangoes
Swiss the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks son seem 'em all..
I 'em all..

(Repeat x2)