Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a
He Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' for free
That I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby me before
Keep the heat by the side of the
Ready for war
Numerous cats, niggas is
Who this, that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king his thing
Big safes out in
green thing
One had turned on him
God, shit got realer than a
up state want him
Marshalls came through the hood night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped
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 called 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
Real

2:

February tenth day on a
like grimsday
Russian hats it the Benz way
day we got guns on us
Jakes us,
Playin Einstein and Auroras
Little caught us
Couple of francs, peep the blue
What up your chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some bottles
Eyes of hate meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 pair of 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 in our heart
Blink we take it there
our thing apart
Broad jumped out tryin' to run
Spoken words all we want is his head
He did dumb shit
Beef from now
Damn yo big Lance in some wild shit
Noodles caught the down
Now it came to me yo
it wise and brutally yo
Put your tooly and talk like men
No shots yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
Swiss the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son 'em all..
I 'em all..

(Repeat x2)