Luyện nghe bài hát Life

Ooh
It's that real shit
[Incomprehensible] they're ready for one, nigga
Ooh ohh

I came up my man, same hood, same age
Withheld names to the guilty and
Your boy, Free was filthy, same clothes, day
Be the first to admit it, niggaz claim to be willies, hey

We cleaned up the first Donny I
We cooled up the first tommy I seen, follow the
Smoke a timmy, this semi, made his chimney move
Nerves his body shake, everybody froze

So with a pump and a mac
But manage to make it the magic, the bad kids
On the block, with a of crack, package of pills
All heads will try to teach us to

He said, Muhammed walk with a sword, I with a gat
This the same shit, day, from times
Now my man Book ain't me back
So I figured, try to reach 'em rhymes, no listen to Mac

We for life gonna take it
And then enough ain't no
But it's for life, it's my
Not for the

To all my boys in the hood, the East Coast boy back
From the land of throw boys black
I my toast in the hood, gon' squeeze
Hope you throw yours come to the streets
To bring my back

Blew my mind out this piece, but I'm back
I got sheet in my air, like mac, away back
Shit, I'm trynna way up
And make the so freak, I tear the runaway up

My life a bitch a period on
But still I it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw
And I know how to carry this bitch
Sometime I wanna marry bitch

I feel like quitting this whore
But I can't it feel like, giving it all
been on so fucking much, feel like my living was all
But in my lifetime, I'm a regrets
Still with the evils, that one day I'ma sit with the boss

We for life gonna take it
And then ain't no mistakin'
But it's for life, my life
Not for the

It's not close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats
the worst of both hoods, holla at 'em Mac
Follow up exact the Mac, and the V
Get back, if you to see, the Mac or Free, at where you be

I be where you at, I come you live
The cat untuckle the gat, maneuver the
The Mac a pump, removin' they wig, with ease
Hear the feds trynna ruin the Sieg'

they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Dial Lo
Before I'm stuck like Luima, I be up when you it
And I'ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, my reefer
Tuckin' my heater, your rounder

Tell 'em tricks gonna die when I see 'em
Let 'em know my friend colt 45 trynna with they mind
But we drama, think, rhyme is the reason
And Freeway the reason that you up in pajamas

We for life gonna take it
And then ain't no mistakin'
But it's for life, my life
Not for the