Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

Sigel]
When I was five years old, I realized it was a
But at the end, I seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the
Six hundred in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men - it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out +Shawshank+
+Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me
I'm movin out like Adebisi on
my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I of pokin the guard
Throw a a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to a nigga turnin me thin
soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards
with (??), in prison life, what you livin like?

Can you tell me what you like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell
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?
no kites like, no flicks like
Make you quit life

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

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