Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and glass

[The
Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking barking and shit

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im til Im tired
say "You aint grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken [my x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]

1: The Game]
Take me away from the hood like a penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me
Like I overdosed on
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces? [My Life x3]
that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle [My Life x3]
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why?" Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
And Im til Im tired
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my people but Im wonderin why
You havent taken [my x3]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 2: The
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s I earned em,
And all thse pictures of me and I 'em
So there aint no proof i ever walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground
I spit and niggas could drive it outta town
Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin 'til Im
say "You aint grindin 'til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord youve done took so many of my people but Im just why
You havent taken [my x3]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 3: The
Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my pray for good
And made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I [My Life x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

Lil Wayne]
And Im til Im tired
They say "You grindin til you tired"
So Im with my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Lord youve done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent [my life x3]
Like what the am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]