Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

Sigel]
When I was years 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 fenced in - some innocent, some rotten
men with men - stop it, whoa
I runnin up in shit 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, everyday I think of pokin the
Throw a crack a turnin me in
Tryin to crack a turnin me thin
soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards
with (??), in prison life, what you livin like?

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

Sigel]
Them four is a motherfucker
That's forever a motherfucker
Without a letter from a
It ain't even bout the cheddar from a
Write a kite, some flicks a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you
I'm down for joker case
I was dealt this hand, and play it with my poker face
On the ready to POKE a face
I got an L goin with a smokin case?
You the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three D
Dangerous, tape daughters
I take to the street, like a take to water
Get your duck game in
My bust in order, I fluffs 'caine 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, ankle to wrist, in of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your
Thinkin who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
in the morning, they kick your door in
Feds in, snatch 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 clientele first started to escalate
Givin him keys to your crib, was your next
At that dinner table, breakin out that plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke
Put him on with the toast that promote static
to the operation, they got you locked 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. tryin to a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, gotta hurt