Luyện nghe bài hát The Life

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

My life had 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, burner the coat
Gettin' 15 grams, a half a Ki
At Fifteen man, a nigga glad to be
some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth
He knew some Dominican niggas wanted a clique

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

Niggas, niggas, just ain't like me
up, niggas, since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin'
shots, burnin' blocks
This ain't no rap

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

Buyin' out the bar at the
I had a few spots, one called the
Where I was gettin' like 50 a
2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas
My cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was
Any niggas whisperin' or 'bout extortion
Shit was goin' right and one better

When I got my Italian connect, hittin' me with Heroin
Moved to 116th, started seein' dinero then
Empire buildin', the shit was flight
Had my bitches up like 10 Ki's a night
Mixin' lactose, Bonita, and
I was the first Black nigga mafia ties
Leased my soul to the with the option to buy

Yo, bangin' for
Niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin'
We washin' this
You this shit is about rhymes
You'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground you
We get low the Feds is in town, this is justice
We playin' the pop charts and lettin' them things pop off

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

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

It was alright 'til I got caught, charged an eight-forty-eight
Behind Marion steel
Niggas started shittin', bizarre
my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the laws
Same niggas I took of and got money wit'
Was on some shit, if I was different I'd snitch

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

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