Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

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

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

2:

February tenth day on a
It's grimsday
hats rocking it the Benz way
That day we got on us
Jakes us,
Playin lenses and Auroras
Little meek us
of francs, peep the blue Taurus
What up your chain they came for us
out big nines and some hard bottles
Eyes of hate finally meeting up wid the
It was who I it was
2 pair of Clarks one of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the
Cocked it, where rock at, that
Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely back
All of us right there fear in our heart
Blink we take it there
Doing our apart
Broad out tryin' to run shit
loud words all we want is his head
He did some shit
Beef from now
Damn yo big Lance in some wild shit
Noodles the stair down
Now it came to me yo
it wise and brutally yo
Put your tooly and talk like men
No rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
cheese the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son 'em all..
I 'em all..

(Repeat x2)