Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying mobbed him
Max was on the trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab weed for free
night I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
you know it, Bobby told me before
Keep the heat by the of the door
for military war
Numerous cats, is uterus
Who this, claimin' that he for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king his thing
Big out in Beijing
Aqua green
One had turned on him
God, shit got realer than a
up state want him
Marshalls through the hood that night
Bagged my man 32 bags he copped flight
Now he upstate niggas
and Air Maxs big ACs
Won the Oscar award for crabbing
Now all y'all niggas get to now
Who got the last now
Hit his house

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

2:

February day on a Wednesday
It's like
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 tuck your chain they for us
out big nines and some hard bottles
Eyes of hate meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 of Clarks one pair of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the
Cocked it, where at, stop that
Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely back
All of us there slight fear in our heart
we take it right there
Doing our thing
Broad out tryin' to run shit
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 back to me yo
Handle it and brutally yo
Put your tooly and talk like men
No shots rang yo, hittin' the like mangoes
Swiss cheese the thirty-G
Few weeks son seem 'em all..
I 'em all..

(Repeat x2)