Luyện nghe bài hát Dis is Da Life

Talking)
>man, been thinking
What you've been thinking man?
>ever country grammar done spent seven million
Millions I you
shit's been crazy
Shit's been fucking crazy, I ya

(chorus - ali & lee)
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm lovin
Picking the best like a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, I'm that
Picking the best hoes a runningback, what up with that?
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the
Before the haters who ain't shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the

(murphy lee)
Ay yo, I'm chachee acolla, dirty, I know ya me
I'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, murphy perverted
And you that, be in strip clubs where the shows at
Keep a show packed, ay, yella mack, my dough at?
got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life
Playa hater hater, lunatic maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, maker
me when you finna' break up, you can't take a
I take (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up
Short so I lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, ain't no for me
Murphy lee the school boy's you want me to be
So I'm a be that, for six
I'm a l-u-n-a-t-i-c, to b-l-o-w-u-p, c'mon

(chorus)

(kyjuan)
Y'all be a lot 'cause we makin a lot
I that nigga like vacant lot
I'm hot, check what you got to get in the spot
I'm takin a shot I pull up on the lot
It's v.i.p. parkin, in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a
all linin up, all nines and up
And I better make my choice, the nights windin
Long skirt, cornrows, fine enough
Dressed in black, black and my brim be black
With a bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots
That's if I had a curve on it, no in line (who, me? )
My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide in
And I keep a room key, ain't no for no pin
I got sugar daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo'

(chorus)

(nelly)
it
It my fault I was born with country grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', I ain't hurt, that's my walk, ma'
Slight son, you know, to simpson
I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get
me kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb
I'm talkin in the back of the range, (been done)
I like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore gettin crushed by a bum
Be "oh nelly, can I call you mr. hanes? "
one just made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, I ain't from the vain
I'm from the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, overlookin and thangs
I can see fascinated by the trucks and thangs
On q, she hopped on the tip my man
She must've a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you me let me know, (why? )
Who keep it in the night than in the day (I)
"you boys for real", "you fakin" at the time
Gotta set the tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right

(chorus)

(talking)
Ever since that country grammar shit, you know, has been the life
>man, I don't know, I've been
I man, like, everywhere I fucking go
They all know "down, down, baby" shit
>maybe nothing changed, it's the other people around them changing
else around you changed, I have noticed that, I noticed that
>maybe, maybe...
You just try to do you've been tryin to do from day one
You know, it's like everybody with you this shit happens
the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore
Everybody to be like, you know "fuck him"
You what I'm sayin?
(both) maaaan, is the life!