Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie up son Noodles had a problem
He called Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the trickin' in DC
Blaze had a shorty in his lab gettin' for free
That night I was in the cut zoned out
Suggest I rock a vest when I'm bonin' out
Yeah you know it, Bobby me before
Keep the heat by the of the door
for military war
Numerous cats, niggas is
Who this, claimin' that he loking for Louis
Diamond a young king his thing
Big out in Beijing
green thing
One connect had on him
God, shit got realer than a
Crackers up want him
Marshalls through the hood that night
Bagged my man Chaz 32 bags he copped
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 laugh now
Hit his stash

It's called real
niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost just to blast
Real life, lay down son you last
Real
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 lenses and Auroras
Little caught us
Couple of francs, peep the Taurus
What up tuck your they came for us
Jumped out big nines and some hard
Eyes of finally meeting up wid the stakes
It was who I it was
2 of Clarks one pair of Lugz
Wit the hardbottom wid the snub
it, where rock at, stop that
Violate cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right there slight in our heart
Blink we it right there
Doing our apart
Broad out tryin' to run shit
loud 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
it wise and brutally yo
Put down tooly and talk like men
No rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
cheese the thirty-G dorango
Few weeks later son 'em all..
I 'em all..

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