Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon let's try Guru..

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

Can you tell me what you live
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell
What's in hell 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 that like?
Gettin no like, no flicks like
Make you wanna life

Sigel]
Them four is a motherfucker
forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a
It ain't even the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks a motherfucker
I believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm for another joker case
I was dealt hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a
I got an L around with a smokin case?
You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you for retail theft
I got it body half a block DT vest
My rap sheet three D abreast
Dangerous, tape daughters
I take to the street, like a duck to water
Get your duck game in
My bust game in order, I 'caine with water

[Beanie
That's fucked up, you bout to your longest trip
and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and
Handcuffed, to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the
fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) your crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your
was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they your door in
pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You unaware of goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, to foreman
Told the law the drops you make
How your clientele started to escalate
him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, out that extra plate
You can't turn a addict off his coke habit
Put him on post with the that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you at the station
Fuck your back time, you about what you facin
Heart racin, situation gettin
Old clients are up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, gotta hurt