Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

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When I was five old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of
I seen a long block, the box, the hold
Six hundred in - some innocent, some rotten souls
men with men - stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin up in but a broad on her back
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out +Shawshank+
+Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin to kill me at the same time me alive
I'm out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my
Posted up in the yard, I think of pokin the guard
Throw a crack a nigga 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 you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that like?
What's livin in like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even right?
Yo, tell me what your life
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that like?
Gettin no kites like, no like
you wanna quit life

[Beanie
four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a
Without a letter a motherfucker?
It ain't even bout the cheddar from a
a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a
I can't believe I'm doin bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a
I got an L goin around 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 three D
Dangerous, duct tape
I to the street, like a duck take to water
Get your duck game in
My game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water

[Beanie
That's fucked up, you bout to take your trip
and can't do shit, but it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, to wrist, in back 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 crib
bout who raisin 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 pour in, snatch you out bed while you snorin
You unaware of goin on and
to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman
Told the law about the you make
How your clientele started to escalate
him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra
You can't turn a career addict off his habit
Put him on with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the
Fuck back time, you worryin 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, that hurt