Luyện nghe bài hát The Realist Killaz

Yo Redd Spyder, is that 50 Cent Pac joint
Let me know,
There's gon' be some you gon' see
That's make it hard to smile in the future

Yeah nigga, ha ha let's go nigga, is what it is
Tupac cut his bald, then you wanna cut yo' head bald
(You nigga)
Tupac wear a you wan' wear a bandanna
Tupac put a on his back you wanna put crosses on yo' back
Nigga you ain't Tupac, Tupac

Is it, or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get enough of
And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm bound
Rather be buried be worried, livin held down

My game to be trained and, military
of a Thug Lord, sittin' in the cemetery
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, to Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster, if he sees us

Young black male, crack sales got me three
in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder we all pass is anybody listenin'?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, everybody's

God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into
I make it a point, to make my bumpin' warlike
Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches fight

'Til Makaveli returns, it's Eyez On Me'
(What do we here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what gon' be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck me
(What do we here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, what we gon' see

Now since you're cryin for I promise
My be the death of you
Lo and behold you sold soul
there's nuttin' left of you

Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are
If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come
Motherfucker, I sat back and
You to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot

But not I see it so clear
(Now)
You can't the pressure, you pussy
I warned you not to me
You see me and chills run up your

Hardly even in the same war, but your heart like mine
Press, they look at me like I'm a menace, I was playin' with
While momma had your punk ass playin' tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you

Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass
You cowardly hearted, you make it on your own
Fuck the source, I'm on of Rolling Stone
(You pussy)

'Til Makaveli returns, 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what gon' be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck me
(What do we have now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we see

'Til returns, it's 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be
You shoulda listened, I you not to fuck with me
(What do we have now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we see