Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

Sigel]
When I was five old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen of pots of gold
I seen a long block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, rotten souls
Some men men - stop it, whoa
I runnin up in shit but a broad on her back
Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like
with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on
They tryin to kill me at the time keep me alive
I'm movin out like Adebisi on
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the
Throw a crack a turnin me in
to crack a nigga turnin me thin
Food soakin in lard, fools get opened in cards
with (??), in this prison life, what you like?

Can you tell me what you live
Can you tell me what that bed like, that cell like?
What's in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep
Yo, tell me your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life
Gettin no like, no flicks like
you wanna quit life

[Beanie
Them four is a motherfucker
forever like a motherfucker
Without a from a motherfucker?
It ain't bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my face
On the block to POKE a face
I got an L goin with a smokin case?
You steal the out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block DT vest
My rap read three D abreast
Dangerous, duct tape
I take to the street, like a duck to water
Get your duck in order
My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine water

[Beanie
That's fucked up, you bout to take your trip
and can't do shit, but suck it up, be and shit
Handcuffed, to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your
Thinkin bout who raisin your
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your
in the morning, they kick your door in
Feds in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You of what's goin on and
Come to find out, you had for years, turned to foreman
Told the law the drops you make
How your clientele first to escalate
Givin him keys to crib, was your next mistake
At that table, breakin out that extra plate
You can't turn a career off his coke habit
Put him on post the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, got you locked at the station
Fuck your back time, you worryin what you facin
racin, situation gettin scary
Old clients are up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin to bury a to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, gotta hurt