Luyện nghe bài hát Smile

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

It ain't too much s*** I gave a for
Real
Yo still a by nature
Peep

1 (Trae)
I remember comin' up able to love n***a watchin' n****z over
They over sea I it reala
But bein' real ain't always what n****z make it to be
I never thought make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G
I got enough s*** I deal with on the day to day
Penitentiary's the life after death don't to go away
Even though I never know the outcomes 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 tellin' me he by my
I'm like what the f*** you 'bout '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 sure that they
It's like this part of my life I live is damn mastered
The more people I love the more they get took away
I feel I talk to God a lil more than the pastor
Prob'ly been livin' to make sure my son never become a
I've been the one to quit I've always been the leader
But I feel this world is like a b***h and I I don't need her
If I ever had this I never took the time to her
So I feel a frown across my the only way to greet her
In the of bein' Trae I missed out as a child
Prob'ly cuz reality stop
And they told my cousin death before he thirty checkin' his pile
He at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to smile s***

(Styles P)
I know my n***a
I ask myself the s*** everyday
How the am I supposed to smile
Life's real here though

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

(Styles P)

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

3 (Jadakiss)
Nothin' to about
These lil is wildin' out
Do somethin' to 'em they out
Everybody at you like you foulin' out
Every hood everywhere that's what it's now
The is half your age
Give you half the
Daily half the page
as a thug now he ain't just fly
Couple months in the group 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 thinkin' sweet and don't expect it
Big but he's still
To him still fun
360 waves new gear steel gun
say you ain't promised tomorrow
They got the drop and hit him right in his with a hollow