Luyện nghe bài hát The Life

It's a new day in the rap
Nobody records but Shyne Po

My had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga, I ain't
At Fifteen I sold my bag of dope
Used to stick Dominicans, under the coat
Gettin' 15 grams, a half a Ki
At Fifteen man, a nigga glad to be
Gettin' some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and
He knew some Dominican niggas that a clique

To 'em down, shoot niggas in the head
Throw 'em out windows if they late with the bread
Basically I'm around heavy coke
When nobody's I'd be dippin' in the portion
They missin' it, so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it
Sellin' 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor
But I always knew I'd a big apple into cider

Niggas, niggas, just built like me
Stand up, niggas, 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin'
Takin' shots, burnin'
This no fuckin' rap

Everything was everything my man got pinched
He had a shoot-out with the in front of the precinct
than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product
Straight powder now, gettin' it
The hardest nigga in the
My first car was a 190 with Louie Vaton seats

out the bar at the rooftop
I had a few spots, one the jukebox
Where I was gettin' 50 a brick
2 or 3 a day, makin' mothafuckas sick
My cousin Ron a from the Brook was torchin'
Any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout
Shit was goin' and only one better

When I got my connect, hittin' me with pure Heroin
Moved to 116th, started seein' real dinero
buildin', the shit was takin' flight
Had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 a night
lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black nigga with mafia
Leased my to the Devil with the option to buy

Yo, bangin' for
is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat
We this money
You think this shit is rhymes
You'll find yourself the fuckin' ground you know?
We get low when the Feds is in town, this is
We playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them pop off

At 21 I was a legend, had the transformed
Controllin' manufacturin' and of Heron
the tri-state, high stakes
I spent Hundreds of out of paper bags
You couldn't a car I ain't have, every minute new tags
Seven series to the five-sixty drop,
I was givin' away blocks,
Fast cars, fast money, deaths, this things of ours

Had me doin' a hundred an hour
Through the city evadin' the
Started this shit called the counsel and we all a pledge
Not to fuck each others or touch each others riches
On top or broke, never break this
nigga in the counsel was a boss
We to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off

It was 'til I got caught, charged with an eight-forty-eight
Behind steel gates
Niggas started shittin', actin'
my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the laws
Same I took care of and got money wit'
Was on some funny shit, if I was I'd snitch

What would you do if you got Millions niggas
And had no love for ya? Couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured shit, why sit in a cell to
I'll be out in Ten, over again
Throw those boys in the pot, but I do it
You couldn't understand it of you ain't been it
There's rules to this shit and I break 'em
Death before dishonor 'til I Satan, I know he's waitin'

God forgive me, you've never seen a nigga me in your life
I'm what these lil' rap about
That's me they talkin' in they rhymes
I did that time, I that dime
Shoot-outs, jet planes, and automobiles
The life, it