Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

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

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

[Beanie
Them four letters is a
forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter a motherfucker?
It ain't even bout the from a motherfucker
a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
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 this 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 the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block DT vest
My rap sheet read D abreast
Dangerous, duct daughters
I take to the street, like a take to water
Get duck game in order
My bust game in order, I 'caine with water

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