Luyện nghe bài hát Smile

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

It ain't too much I gave a smile for
Real
Yo still a by nature
game

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

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

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

(Styles P)

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

3 (Jadakiss)
Nothin' to about
These lil is wildin' out
Do somethin' to 'em they out
Everybody lookin' at you you foulin' out
hood everywhere that's what it's now about
The is half your age
you half the gage
Daily news the page
as a thug now he ain't just fly
Couple in the group home in DFY
Truthfully what could have been pended but did
And he
As a youthful offender cuz a kid
is
The person he shot was
He comin' home thinkin' he's sweet and expect it
Big but he's young
To him it's fun
360 waves new blue steel gun
They say you ain't tomorrow
They got the drop and hit him in his head with a hollow