Luyện nghe bài hát AZiatic (Outro)

Yeah,
Realism of life in
Uh huh,

I wanna you
Uh huh
Fuck the baddest , only the real could relate
Bigboys,
Nothing changed, they
The Players of the
of life in actually
The
I wanna you
This is the right here
Fuck who's the baddest, only the real could
AZiatic,
changed, they know
I rep pure younahmean?
I tell you
For the deceased, and still carrying the torch
your head though, ya heard?
Once
I tell you
of life in actuality
I tell you
Fuck the baddest, only the real could relate
changed, they know
Realism of in actually

I know, it get hard sometimes
we all looking for some of, outlet
to into, but ahh,

From the corners of street, in every hood and ghetto
Every
I'm the proof of what be, if you try
If you try
on you
All the wanna see,
Uh uhn
A life in misery
Uh uhn
But I'ma keep on doing me, I die

Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so
that I could die in my sleep
And knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace
But it's like ain't happy 'til they find me deceased
Feel the grief, of a street, that turned to rap
And just Everything that he learned from crack
I'm in now, it's ain't no turning back, it been foul
So what concerns is that
the signs of the eyes ''cause it tell it all
One of the few in the Streets that was it raw
mistakes, but it made me intelligent more
And how I move, you could look and tell I was poor
How can the from another man stop my flow
That's like another thinking he can knock my hoe
I'm here now, just trying to copp and blow, couple of cars and of Doe

From the corners of street, in hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what be, if you try
If you try
All the haters see
A niggas life in
But I'ma on doing me, 'til I die

One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall, you seen one nigga
you seen 'em all
Even standup niggas seen 'em and crawl
What makes a man fiend for more
Life itself is more than a or a quest
Intelligent wise, like I done ran with the best
And very rarely, you can catch me - dressed
I'm relaxed in a hat and some sweats
me, been amongst some of the street's most strongest men
Around for months then they again
Incarcerated, penalized for the love of acts
Criminals, cold-hearted, now what's fucing wit
Where we at? hit inside of a life rarely exposed
Spoken in for the killers that daily'll dose
Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors, get
Then hit them

From the corners of street, in every and every ghetto
I'm the proof of could be, if you try
If you try
All the haters see
A niggas in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, I die

So now it's on y'all, could see, I it out
Only a few could say that they in my house
And caroused at my wall color, with my couch
I'm as low as you can go in the
When it's too deep, it's for the mind to relate
say I'm too street and way too involved wit the snakes
What make a man that life, I'm twice his age
Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some
Knee deep in what I speak ''cause I spit the
I become angelic I sit in the booth
Just a thought of all the ill sh*t that in streets
How can another real nigga wanna work wit
Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is
I took an oath just to smoke, eat, and fuck
Knowledge of self, I'ma do this regardless of
of how the deck and how the cards get dealth

From the corners of street, in every hood and ghetto
I'm the proof of what be, if you try
If you try
All the haters see
A niggas life in
But I'ma on doing me, 'til I die