Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie up son Noodles had a problem
He Lucky 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 a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby me before
the heat by the side of the door
Ready for war
Numerous cats, is uterus
Who this, that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young doing his thing
Big out in Beijing
Aqua green
One had turned on him
God, got realer than a fuck
Crackers up want him
Marshalls through the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped
Now he upstate baggin'
and Air Maxs big ACs
Won the Oscar for crabbing niggas
Now all y'all niggas get to now
Who got the laugh now
Hit his stash

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

2:

February day on a Wednesday
It's like
Russian rocking it the Benz way
day we got guns on us
Jakes us,
Playin Einstein lenses and
Little meek us
Couple of francs, the blue Taurus
What up your chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and hard bottles
Eyes of finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 pair of Clarks one pair of
Wit the hardbottom wid the snub
Cocked it, where rock at, stop
Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike
All of us right slight fear in our heart
Blink we it right there
Doing our apart
Broad out tryin' to run shit
Spoken loud words all we is his head
He did some shit
Beef from now
Damn yo big head Lance in some wild
Noodles caught the 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
Swiss the thirty-G dorango
Few later son seem 'em all..
I 'em all..

(Repeat x2)