Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

[Beanie
When I was years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen of pots of gold
I seen a long block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - innocent, some rotten souls
men with men - stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in shit but a on her back
to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on
They to kill me at the same time keep me alive
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
a crack a nigga turnin me in
Tryin to a nigga turnin me thin
Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in
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 that like?
What's in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even right?
Yo, tell me what your like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life
Gettin no kites like, no like
you wanna quit life

[Beanie
Them four letters is a
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 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 ready to POKE a face
I got an L around with a smokin case?
You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT
My rap sheet read D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape
I take to the street, like a duck to water
Get your duck game in
My bust game in order, I fluffs with water

[Beanie
That's fucked up, you bout to take your trip
and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and
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 this bitch) your crib
bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your
in the morning, they kick your 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
the law about the drops you make
How your clientele first started to
Givin him keys to your crib, was next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra
You can't turn a career addict off his coke
Put him on post with the toast 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 clients are up, at the preliminary
D.A. to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta