Luyện nghe bài hát The Realist Killaz

Yo Spyder, is that 50 Cent Pac joint ready?
Let me know,
gon' be some stuff you gon' see
That's gon' make it hard to in the future

Yeah nigga, ha ha go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald, you wanna cut yo' head bald
(You nigga)
Tupac a bandanna you wan' wear a bandanna
put a cross on his back you wanna put crosses on yo' back
Nigga you Tupac, this Tupac

Is it, money or women to beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get of spending
And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm bound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held

My game to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, in the cemetery
Caught, I've been lost since my adolescence, to Jesus
Ballin' as a youngster, if he sees us

Young black male, crack got me three strikes
Livin' in jail, this is hell, die
Wonder we all pass is anybody listenin'?
Got my, hands on my semi shotty, bitchin'

Please God can you understand me, bless my
Guide us all, before we fall into
I make it a point, to make my peep warlike
some shit, to any stupid bitches don't fight

'Til Makaveli returns, 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's it's gon' be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to with me
(What do we here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, what we gon' see

Now since cryin for mercy I promise
My success'll be the of you
Lo and you sold your soul
Nigga nuttin' left of you

in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat back and
You pretended to be 'Pac, you to be hot

But you're not I see it so
(Now)
You can't take the pressure, you
I you not to push me
You see me and chills run up your

Hardly even in the same war, but your heart like mine
Press, they look at me like I'm a menace, I was playin' guns
While your momma had your ass playin' tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me you dream

Wake up, on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on own
the source, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone
(You pussy)

'Til Makaveli returns, 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's be
You listened, I told you not to fuck with me
(What do we here now?)
Now can you the pressure, that's what we gon' see

'Til Makaveli returns, 'All Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to with me
(What do we here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we see