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 seen lots of pots of
I seen a long block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some souls
Some men with men - it, whoa
I runnin up in shit but a broad on her back
to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on
They to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the
Throw a crack a nigga me in
Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me
Food soakin in lard, fools get opened in cards
with (??), in this prison life, you livin like?

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

Sigel]
Them four letters is a
That's like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a
It ain't even bout the from a motherfucker
a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you
I'm down for another case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma it with my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a
I got an L goin around with a smokin
You the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a stolen DT vest
My rap read three D abreast
Dangerous, duct daughters
I take to the street, like a duck take to
Get your game in order
My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with

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