Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

I got this coffee pot of white
Stuck my hanger down the
When I entered I spent it cause it was like
But on the real-a he was me for scratch
Cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20
I'm slanging 20 cause I done lost 16
And these goddamn streets ain't to bring me back
Now could it be the big baller
Bolo rock slanger stones got slaughtered-damn
I'm up on my whole thangs
And stepped on go runnin my clique cause it's a old game
And all I wanted was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' to movin' hundred sacks
make my money back
Cause I done came too far up in goddamn streets
To get my money
I'm so for real about this skrill
That any obstacle my paper is gettin' killed
For

(scratching and mixing)
All I have is this small

2:

I know nigga run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist that at he got to sleep with lights
he done come across with shit so shade
That mutha fuckers with clips to locate him
Aint no and once they spot him they gon' sure face him
And once the got him they sure waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke it ain't worth it
And even if mother gets in it you cant surface
It was all
Just that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in and we all hurting
I to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner whole eights
I don't remember this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went 50 sacs to 50 packs
And all because this got jipped he wants to jip me back
But I find him I'm gon finalize him
Just to let a know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this mutha fuckin
That any obstacle my paper is gettin killed
For

3:

Game made to be since eighty-six when I started
Seems like niggas with got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna analyze homies for scratch
Catch them when they sleeping come and up scrap
And though I plotted hittin' niggas for ends
I never took out straps and shot gats at
It was all about for real where I was from
Where very few niggas came but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies in battle
Living being caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble
The game made to be but the niggas still started
Cocaine seems to be for the niggas gettin slaughtered
How many you had your homie shot
By the same fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper
And lose for the game
That was honored before the cake was