Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

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Sigel]
When I was five old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of
I a long cell block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some souls
Some men with men - stop it,
I ain't runnin up in shit but a on her back
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out +Shawshank+
+Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges
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
Throw a crack a nigga me in
Tryin to crack a turnin me thin
Food soakin in lard, news fools get in cards
with (??), in this prison life, what you livin

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

[Beanie
four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a
Without a from a motherfucker?
It even bout 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 this bid for you
I'm down for another case
I was dealt hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face
On the block ready to POKE a
I got an L goin around with a 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 daughters
I take to the street, like a take to water
Get duck game in order
My bust in order, I fluffs 'caine with water

[Beanie
That's up, you bout to take your longest trip
and do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in of the bus
of you back in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) your crib
Thinkin bout who raisin your
was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the morning, they kick your in
Feds pour in, snatch you out bed while you snorin
You unaware of what's on and
Come to find out, you had for years, turned to foreman
Told the law about the you make
How your clientele first to escalate
Givin him to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin out that extra
You can't turn a career off his coke habit
Put him on with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the
Fuck your back time, you worryin about you facin
racin, situation gettin scary
Old clients are up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary,
God damn, gotta hurt