Luyện nghe bài hát Smile

(Trae)
You
I never did understand why they always me to smile

It too much s*** I gave a smile for
Real
Yo a a**hole by nature
game

1 (Trae)
I comin' up able to love n***a watchin' n****z f*** over
They over sea I kept it
But bein' real ain't really always n****z make it to be
I never thought we'd it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G
I got enough s*** that I with on the day to day
Penitentiary's the life after death seem to go away
Even though I know the outcomes it's always safe to pray
And try to do my best to understand he write a rhyme
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day me he by my side
I'm like what the f*** you talkin' 'til he told me Lorna died
It f***ed me up so I couldn't even go to the wake
But if her family called I'm gon' make that they straight
It's this part of my life I live is damn near mastered
The more people I love the more they get took away
Sometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more than the
Prob'ly been livin' to make sure my son never a bastard
never been the one to quit I've always been the leader
But I feel this world is like a b***h and I know I need her
If I ever had this I never the time to meet her
So I feel a frown my face the only way to greet her
In the process of Trae I missed out as a child
Prob'ly cuz must stop
And they told my cousin death before he thirty after his pile
He died at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to smile

(Styles P)
I don't know my
I ask myself the s*** everyday
How the f*** am I to smile
Life's real over though

2 (Styles P)
Styles don't
The too foul
The lil is wild
Men lost
Hit 'em with numbers he ain't eatin' doin' chow
He ain't even sleepin' he been thinkin' his child
real f***ed up but he won't see him for a while
Same bulls*** try'na get you a pile
You see the reefer or the jail doors locked
I keep a tech the air holes cocked
Now I wanna shoot or get shot
But not
Gon' f*** with these n****z or air those Lox
It's real to sleep when its money on the mind and
on the mind
Puffin' on the with a fist full of iron
Somebody mom cryin' cuz somebody boy
It's the ol' s***
till the funeral
Same ol'
money rap money
The ol' grip
As could've smiled out in Texas
reckless
If the cops gon' get you but n****z'll you breathless
I'm a winner
More like a
Try'na it to dinner
Then after breakfast

(Styles P)

S.P.
How the are we suppose to smile
Man
me that
Maybe I'll f***in'

3 (Jadakiss)
Nothin' to smile
These lil is wildin' out
Do to 'em they dialin' out
Everybody lookin' at you like you out
Every hood everywhere what it's now about
The shootas is your age
you half the gage
Daily half the page
Known as a thug now he ain't fly
Couple in the group home in DFY
Truthfully could have been pended but never did
And he
As a offender cuz he's a kid
is
The he shot was connected
He comin' home he's sweet and don't expect it
Big but still young
To him it's fun
360 waves new blue steel gun
They say you ain't promised
got the drop and hit him right in his head with a hollow