Luyện nghe bài hát The Life

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

My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga, I frontin'
At Fifteen I my first bag of dope
Used to stick Dominicans, burner the coat
like 15 grams, a half a Ki
At Fifteen man, a just glad to be
Gettin' shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth
He knew Dominican niggas that wanted a clique

To hold 'em down, niggas in the head
Throw 'em out windows if were late with the bread
Basically I'm around heavy coke
When lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion
They wasn't missin' it, so I got my on the side, flippin' it
Sellin' 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor
But I always I'd turn a big apple into cider

Niggas, niggas, just built like me
up, niggas, since 15
I been servin' and loadin' magazines
shots, burnin' blocks
This no fuckin' rap

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

Buyin' out the bar at the
I had a few spots, one called the
I was gettin' like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, mothafuckas sick
My cousin Ron a crook the Brook was torchin'
Any niggas or talkin' 'bout extortion
Shit was goin' right and only one

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

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

At 21 I was a legend, had the game
manufacturin' and distribution of Heron
Throughout the tri-state, stakes
I spent of Thou's out of paper bags
You couldn't name a car I ain't have, every new tags
Seven series to the drop, nigga
I was givin' blocks, nigga
Fast cars, fast money, slow deaths, this of ours

Had me doin' a hundred an hour
Through the evadin' the Feds
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
Every in the counsel was a boss
We used to put on our dick and make bitches suck it off

It was alright I got caught, charged with 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 funny shit, if I was different I'd snitch

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

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