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
talk
Yo still a a**hole by
game

1 (Trae)
I comin' up able to love n***a watchin' n****z f*** over
They over sea I it reala
But bein' real ain't really always what make it to be
I thought 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 death don't seem to go away
Even I never know the outcomes it's always safe to pray
And try to do my best to understand he write a 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 he told me Lorna died
It f***ed me up so much I couldn't go to the wake
But if her family called I'm make sure that they straight
It's like this part of my life I is damn near mastered
The people I love the more they get took away faster
Sometimes I feel I talk to God a lil more than the
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 feel this world is like a b***h and I know I need her
If I ever had this I took the time to meet her
So I a frown across my face the only way to greet her
In the of bein' Trae I missed out as a child
Prob'ly cuz reality stop
And told my cousin death before he thirty after checkin' his pile
He died at 28 so how the f*** am I supposed to s***

(Styles P)
I know my n***a
I ask myself the same s***
How the f*** am I supposed to
Life's real over though

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

(Styles P)

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

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