Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

you grilla.....
That's right, that's
A hundred and million
nine and forty thousand
square miles, on planet
Fresh New York
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
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 I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, told me before
the heat by the side of the door
Ready for war
Numerous cats, niggas is
Who this, claimin' he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king his thing
Big out in Beijing
Aqua green
One connect had on him
God, shit got realer than a
Crackers up want him
Marshalls came through the that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 he copped flight
Now he upstate baggin'
House and Air big ACs
Won the award for crabbing niggas
Now all y'all get to laugh now
Who got the laugh now
Hit his house

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

2:

February tenth day on a
It's grimsday
Russian hats rocking it the way
That day we got on us
Jakes us,
Einstein lenses and Auroras
Little caught us
of francs, peep the blue Taurus
What up tuck chain they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some hard
of hate finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 of Clarks one pair of Lugz
Wit the nigga wid the snub
Cocked it, rock at, stop that
Violate cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us there slight fear in our heart
Blink we take it right
Doing our apart
jumped out tryin' to run shit
Spoken loud all we want is his head
He did some dumb
from Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in some shit
Noodles the stair down
Now it back to me yo
Handle it wise and yo
Put down your tooly and talk 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)