Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

[Beanie
I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't lots of pots of gold
I a long cell block, the box, the hold
Six fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men - it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in but a broad on her back
Tryin to cop a hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
with +Redemptions+, I got my on revenges
They to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin out Adebisi on +Oz+
my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I of pokin the guard
a crack a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me
Food in lard, news fools get opened in cards
with (??), in this prison life, what you like?

Can you tell me what you live
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that like?
livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even right?
Yo, me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, me what that life like?
Gettin no kites like, no like
Make you wanna life

[Beanie
four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a
Without a letter from a
It even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a
I can't believe I'm this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm for another joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker
On the ready to POKE a face
I got an L goin around a smokin case?
You the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block DT vest
My rap sheet read D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape
I take to the street, like a duck take to
Get your duck in order
My bust game in order, I 'caine with water

[Beanie
fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip
and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and
Handcuffed, to wrist, in back of the bus
of you back in the world
Can't now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your
bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, kick your door in
pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You of what's goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to
Told the law about the drops you
How your clientele first started to
him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that table, breakin out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke
Put him on post with the toast promote static
Back to the operation, they got you at the station
Fuck your time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, gettin scary
Old clients are up, at the preliminary
D.A. to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, gotta hurt