Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

you grilla.....
That's right, right
A and ninety-six million
hundred and forty thousand
square miles, on this
outta New York
Aiyyo,

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas him
Max was on the trickin' in DC
Blaze had a in his lab gettin' weed for free
night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby me before
Keep the by the side of the door
for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is
Who this, claimin' he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king doing his
Big safes out in
Aqua green
One had turned on him
God, shit got realer a fuck
Crackers up want him
Marshalls came through the that night
Bagged my man 32 bags he copped flight
Now he upstate baggin'
House and Air big ACs
Won the Oscar award for crabbing
Now all niggas get to laugh now
Who got the last now
Hit his house

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

2:

February tenth day on a
It's grimsday
hats rocking it the Benz way
day we got guns on us
Jakes us,
Einstein lenses and Auroras
Little caught us
Couple of francs, peep the blue
What up tuck chain they came for us
Jumped out big and some hard bottles
of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 pair of Clarks one pair of
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the
it, where rock at, stop that
Violate this cipher pa we'll strike back
All of us right there slight fear in our
Blink we take it right
Doing our apart
Broad out tryin' to run shit
Spoken loud all we want is his head
He did some dumb
from Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in wild shit
caught the stair down
Now it came to me yo
it wise and brutally yo
Put down tooly and talk like men
No rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
Swiss the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks son seem 'em all..
I 'em all..

(Repeat x2)