Luyện nghe bài hát Still Real

so depressin', uh
Be the realest I ever wrote
(Money and cars, bitches)
Shit Is Real 2
(Drugs)
day
(Society you know?)
See what like to walk in my shoes
It ain't all fun and
(You heard?)

Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every a different lesson
I'm free-fallin', tryna this deep depression
My son Joey still slow, my got cancer in her throat
My big brother dope
Let me know how many motherfucker wanna be like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your

This hot be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby think I grow doe out my ass
It's like, how much I got left in me
won't be happy till they bring the fuckin' death of me
But you never see Joe look weak or flow off
And Charlie sees the board in four more

You walk, where I walked
Bang where I
Slang I hang
To get I'm going to
Stay where I
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get I'm going to

You gotta walk, where I
Bang I bang
Slang I hang
To get I'm going to
Stay I stay
who I blazed
Pay dues, how I
To get I'm going to

Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine years
nuttin' changed, niggaz still playa haters
T S, the best that's it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to heat and tell niggaz "Run it"
Now we flooded jewels, hundreds of dudes
Crowd the to hear their favorite tunes

Then at the time of our we caught a sick one
The Angels down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbalanced the whole world
All I could do was try to provide for his and his old girl
your listenin', tell Ton' that we still missin' him
I'm a prisoner in jail with no visitors

You gotta walk, where I
Bang I bang
where I hang
To get where I'm to
Stay I stay
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get where I'm to

You walk, where I walked
Bang where I
Slang where I
To get I'm going to
Stay I stay
who I blazed
Pay dues, how I
To get where I'm to

Yeah, uh, aiyyo the third is dedicated to you
Even though you switched teams, man I'm for you
We to stay up all night countin' dollar for dollar
You was my son's godfather, where the fuck is your
Can't even rap the shit we did
You'd probably have me shackled locked down, doin' forever
You broke the first code, I'd like to twist ya wifey till it gold
nigga, turned state to sold ya soul

How could a nigga was clappin' in the streets
Start to the deez, like what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for every there's a scar
I never once to hurt cha'll
I'm tryin' to do me, sell a few CDs
Buy land in and cop a new B, come on!

Motherfuckers it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't pain
You ain't feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm goin'
lookin' at me like, "He got it made"

Like I ain't Pun, my grandfather a week later
My aunt a month
Like my fuckin' ain't in a coma right now!
You don't know pain!
Let's get one clear, money'll never buy you happiness
My true niggaz walk me now

You gotta walk, where I
Bang I bang
where I hang
To get I'm going to
Stay where I
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get I'm going to

You walk, where I walked
Bang where I
Slang I hang
To get where I'm to
where I stay
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get where I'm to