Luyện nghe bài hát The Life

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

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

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

You know it's about time
set and prepare your rhymes
Start off and a little nine, bump n grind
Sexual, intellectual
a whole lot of life to live, just a child

El
It's 2-5-2-5 little town of
You can call a sharon hill and a be town shit
I wouldn't bad if you come from out of town
'cause I'm down by law and I'm from tha pound

Having to survive living in the
Got to stay living in the life
to survive
Living in the

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

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

El
You sucka cats be wildin and wanna now
And pull the tool now why can't we it on the cool now
I make a new route to get my out my peeps no doubt
And then when school out, it when the album's due out
And when you see me, the cream from my ooze out
Forever player and winner and never out

(el drex):
Tell me do you (yeah, I remember back when)
conway park (yeah, I remember back then)
Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun (next week, instead of then)
And I'm be sneakin
See back in the day, it was all about
out the t-la rock and mic stroll
I go next to see my nigga man bang
in the basement, couple sips of ing bing
I feel all right, I could all night
No plots and schemes, just dollar dreams
Money like a homie gimme mine's paid
I stompin like a parade, the escapade
anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushrooms
We clear sight, the day lights the night
A full of franklin's, a g's paradise
A 40 ounce of o-e on ice
Precise poetical poltergeist on

El
Well, it's the el baby, the el baby baby
The one that you so well baby baby
Many brains I feed, another conceive
Yes indeed drex ya heed will yo body bleed
The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin weeds
Money stash crack, you can't determine the speed
I'm a rap fiend, they gleams the head of carene
I'm extreme but never fade like jeans, I mean
I see more than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya
Stay tough like and that's on the for real-a
Pop will call me killer casualties with ease
The world will a million g's savin dyin mc's
Now you got mad love for raffi
I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and me
Kurupt: to my nigga kel el, escoball, what all up in this

Chorus: (to end with talking)
El 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
You can a sharon hill and a dogg be town shit
I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of
'cause I'm down by law and I'm from tha pound
Deuce pound deuce pound deuce pound pound
A town no recreation
And when we grab the mic we formally rock the