Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

1:

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

(scratching and mixing)
All I have is small skrilla

2:

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

3:

Game to be swift since eighty-six when I started
like niggas with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for
them when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even 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
very few niggas came real but I was one
I this to my homies stuck in battle
Living life caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble
The game made to be changed but the niggas started
seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered
How many you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies
Niggas get caught up in the paper
And lose for the game
That was honored the cake was made