Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon let's try Guru..

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

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

[Beanie
Them letters is a motherfucker
That's forever a motherfucker
a letter from a motherfucker?
It even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, flicks from a motherfucker
drawers, some socks, some 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 play it with my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a
I got an L goin around with a case?
You the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it half a block stolen DT vest
My rap read three D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape
I to the street, like a duck take to water
Get your duck in order
My game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water

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