Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon let's try Guru..

Sigel]
When I was years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of of gold
I seen a cell block, the box, the hold
Six fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men - it, whoa
I ain't up in shit but a broad on her back
to cop a small 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 out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the
a crack a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to a nigga turnin me thin
soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards
with (??), in this prison life, what you livin

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

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

[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 back in the
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin crib
Thinkin bout who your kids
was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they your door in
Feds pour in, snatch you out bed while you snorin
You unaware of what's on and
Come to out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman
the law about the drops you make
How your first started to escalate
Givin him keys to your crib, was next mistake
At that dinner table, out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke
Put him on post the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, got you locked at the station
your back time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, gettin scary
Old clients are up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary,
God damn, that hurt