Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

[Beanie
When I was years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen of pots of gold
I seen a long block, the box, the hold
Six hundred in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men men - stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in but a broad on her back
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out +Shawshank+
with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on
They to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin out like on +Oz+
my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the
Throw a 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 me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell
What's livin in hell like? me do you eat right?
Do you sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life
me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin no kites like, no flicks
Make you wanna life

[Beanie
Them four letters is a
That's like a motherfucker
Without a from a motherfucker?
It ain't even the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks from a
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a
I can't I'm doin 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 block ready to a face
I got an L goin around with a case?
You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail
I got it body half a stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three D
Dangerous, duct daughters
I take to the street, like a take to water
Get your duck game in
My game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water

[Beanie
That's fucked up, you to take your longest trip
and can't do shit, but it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) your crib
bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they your door in
Feds pour in, you out your 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 first started to escalate
Givin him keys to crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his habit
Put him on post with the toast that static
Back to the operation, they got you at the station
Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you
Heart racin, situation gettin
Old are showin up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that hurt