Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie up son Noodles had a problem
He Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab weed for free
That night I was in the cut zoned out
Suggest I a utility vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you it, Bobby told me before
Keep the by the side of the door
for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is
Who this, claimin' that he loking for Rich
Diamond a young king doing his
Big safes out in
Aqua green
One had turned on him
God, got realer than a fuck
up state want him
Marshalls came the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he flight
Now he upstate niggas
and Air Maxs big ACs
Won the Oscar award for niggas
Now all niggas get to laugh now
Who got the last now
Hit his stash

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

2:

February day on a Wednesday
It's grimsday
Russian hats it the Benz way
That day we got on us
Jakes us,
Playin Einstein and Auroras
meek caught us
Couple of francs, peep the blue
What up tuck your chain came for us
Jumped out big nines and hard bottles
Eyes of hate finally up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 pair of Clarks one of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom nigga wid the
Cocked it, where rock at, stop
Violate cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight in our heart
we take it right there
Doing our thing
Broad jumped out tryin' to run
Spoken words all we want is his head
He did some dumb
from Miami now
Damn yo big Lance in some wild shit
caught the stair down
Now it came to me yo
Handle it and brutally yo
Put down your and talk like men
No shots rang yo, the ground like mangoes
cheese the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son 'em all..
I 'em all..

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