Luyện nghe bài hát The Life

(kurupt & el drex)
Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica,
Sub (uh yeah, one two)
Mmm, haha, yeah we up there baby
the limit(yeah)
Way up in the sky
Once in a
You only get one chance, one
(you that shit)
One to dance
And then over

Check it, from buses and cabs
Pen and in the lav
genuine drafts and no cash
I the first and I'll be damned if I'm the last
Roosevelt drive, courts from cliffs to az

El
Aiyyo wassup how you me I'm chill
But I'm still tryin to make a mill sharon hill
>from where I stand I see it's time to
To foreign lands for hundreds of and white sands

You know it's that time
Niggaz set and prepare your
Start off and a little after nine, n grind
Sexual, intellectual
With a whole lot of to live, just a child

El
It's little town of shit
You can call a sharon hill and a dogg be shit
I wouldn't break bad if you from out of town
'cause I'm down by law and I'm tha deuce pound

Having to living in the life
Got to stay alive living in the
Have to
Living in the

El
Yo, so how you it, you want silence or violence
Plus, me and my crew like the n on new balance
The talent where girls fly
They hopin champagne gets pop and it don't
These jealous cat cut g's keroodle top
We can the city block like yachts
Y'all worse than the cops

Before I smoke, I tote my first
A or here sneakin young bulls red bulls
Me k-i-d, the mc
>from the hill, got my top chopped by a
On the hill, too young to one
It's all about rhymes and ones
Show me the mic and like a flair gun
Don't me or push me, I give sucka punches
Now what's the

El
You sucka cats be and wanna fool now
And pull the tool now why we keep it on the cool now
I make a new route to get my crew out my peeps no
And then school out, it probably when the album's due out
And when you see me, the cream from my pocket out
Forever player and winner and lose out

(el drex):
Tell me do you (yeah, I remember back when)
When conway (yeah, I remember back then)
in the firehouse, the fun begins (next week, instead of then)
And I'm be again
See back in the day, it was all flows
Coolin out the t-la rock and mic
I go next door to see my nigga man
in the basement, couple sips of ing bing
I feel all right, I could rock all
No plots and schemes, million dollar dreams
Money a mothafucka homie gimme mine's paid
I come stompin like a parade, the
Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a carton of mushrooms
We clear sight, the day like the night
A closet full of franklin's, a g's
A nice 40 of o-e on ice
Precise poetical on mics

El
Well, it's the el baby, the el baby baby
The one that rocks you so well baby
brains I feed, another thought conceive
Yes indeed drex ya heed will yo body bleed
The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin weeds
Money stash from crack, you determine the speed
I'm a rap fiend, they like the head of carene
I'm extreme but never fade like jeans, I mean
I see more than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya
tough like armadilgas and that's on the for real-a
Pop dukes will me killer casualties with ease
The world will a million g's savin dyin mc's
Now you got mad love for shahi
I'm in knee deep and peace the and meet me
Kurupt: to my nigga kel el, escoball, what all up in this

(to end with kurupt talking)
El drex: little town of shit
You can call a sharon and a dogg be town shit
I break bad if you come from out of town
I'm down by law and I'm from tha deuce pound
Deuce pound deuce pound deuce deuce pound
A with no recreation
And when we grab the mic we formally the nation