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 remember comin' up able to love n***a n****z f*** over
over sea I kept it reala
But real ain't really always what n****z 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 seem to go
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 just the other day tellin' me he by my
I'm like what the f*** you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna
It f***ed me up so much I couldn't go to the wake
But if her family I'm gon' make sure that they straight
It's like part of my life I live is damn near mastered
The more people I the more they get took away faster
Sometimes I I talk to God a lil more than the pastor
been livin' to make sure my son never become a bastard
I've never been the one to quit always been the leader
But I this world is like a b***h and I know I don't need her
If I had this I never took the time to meet her
So I feel a frown across my face the way to greet her
In the process of bein' Trae I out as a child
Prob'ly cuz reality must
And they told my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his
He died at 28 so how the f*** am I to smile s***

(Styles P)
I don't know my
I ask the same s*** everyday
How the am I supposed to smile
Life's real over here

2 (Styles P)
Styles don't
The too foul
The lil n****z is
Men lost
Hit 'em some numbers he ain't eatin' doin' chow
He ain't even sleepin' he been thinkin' his child
It's real f***ed up but he won't see him for a
Same bulls*** 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 wanna shoot or get shot
But not
Gon' f*** with f*** n****z or air those Lox
It's real hard to sleep its money on the mind and
Murder on the
Puffin' on the dutch with a fist full of
Somebody mom cryin' cuz boy dyin'
the same ol' s***
Wait the funeral
ol' trip
Crack money rap
The same ol'
As Trae could've out in Texas
Livin'
If the cops gon' get you but leave you breathless
S*** I'm a
like a sinner
Try'na make it to
Then after breakfast

(Styles P)

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

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