Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

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

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

Sigel]
Them letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a
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, kicks from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for another case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my face
On the block ready to a face
I got an L goin around with a smokin
You steal the out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it half a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three D
Dangerous, tape daughters
I take to the street, like a duck to water
Get your duck in order
My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with

[Beanie
That's up, you bout to take your longest trip
and can't do shit, but suck it up, be and shit
Handcuffed, to wrist, in back of the bus
of you back in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your
Shit was all good a ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they kick door in
Feds pour in, you out your bed while you snorin
You of what's goin on and
Come to out, clients you had for years, turned 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, out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his habit
Put him on post with the toast promote static
Back to the operation, got you locked at the station
Fuck your time, you worryin about what you facin
Heart racin, gettin scary
Old clients are showin up, at the
D.A. tryin to bury a to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta