Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas him
Max was on the trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' weed for
That night I was in the cut zoned out
Suggest I rock a vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, told me before
Keep the heat by the side of the
Ready for war
Numerous cats, niggas is
Who this, claimin' he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king his thing
Big safes out in
Aqua thing
One had turned on him
God, got realer than a fuck
up state want him
Marshalls came through the hood that
Bagged my man Chaz 32 he copped flight
Now he baggin' niggas
and Air Maxs 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 real
Y'all niggas betta see the light pa
Real life, it don't nuttin' just to blast
Real life, lay son you won't last
Real
life
Real

2:

February day on a Wednesday
It's grimsday
Russian hats 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 your they came for us
Jumped out big nines and hard bottles
Eyes of hate meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 pair of Clarks one of Lugz
Wit the nigga wid the snub
it, where rock at, stop that
Violate this cipher pa we'll definitely strike
All of us right there fear in our heart
Blink we take it right
Doing our apart
Broad jumped out to run shit
Spoken loud words all we want is his
He did dumb shit
Beef Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in some wild
caught the stair down
Now it back to me yo
Handle it wise and yo
Put down your tooly and 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)