Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

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

1:

Aiyyo,
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a
He called Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the trickin' in DC
Blaze had a in his lab gettin' weed for free
That I was in the cut alone zoned out
Suggest I rock a utility vest when I'm out
Yeah you it, Bobby told me before
the heat by the side of the door
Ready for war
Numerous cats, is uterus
Who this, that he loking for Louis Rich
Diamond a young king his thing
Big out in Beijing
green thing
One connect had on him
God, shit got realer a fuck
Crackers up state him
Marshalls came through the hood that
Bagged my man Chaz 32 he copped flight
Now he upstate niggas
House and Air 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
niggas betta see the light fast pa
Real life, it don't cost just to blast
Real life, lay down son you won't
life
Real
life

2:

February tenth day on a
like grimsday
Russian hats it the Benz way
day we got guns on us
Jakes us,
Playin Einstein and Auroras
meek caught us
Couple of francs, peep the Taurus
What up your chain they came for us
Jumped out big and some hard bottles
of hate 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
Cocked it, where rock at, that
this cipher pa we'll definitely strike back
All of us right slight fear in our heart
we take it right there
Doing our thing
Broad jumped out to run shit
Spoken loud all we want is his head
He did some shit
from Miami now
Damn yo big head Lance in wild shit
caught the stair down
Now it came to me yo
it wise and brutally yo
Put your tooly and talk like men
No rang yo, hittin' the ground like mangoes
Swiss cheese the thirty-G
Few later son seem 'em all..
I 'em all..

(Repeat x2)