Luyện nghe bài hát What Your Life Like, Pt2

C'mon try this Guru..

Sigel]
When I was five years old, I it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen of pots of gold
I seen a cell block, the box, the hold
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some souls
Some men with men - stop it,
I ain't runnin up in but a broad on her back
to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+
with +Redemptions+, I got my on revenges
They tryin to kill me at the same keep me alive
I'm out like Adebisi on +Oz+
With my skully on tilt, two in my palm
Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of the guard
Throw a crack a turnin me in
Tryin to crack a turnin me thin
Food in lard, news fools get opened in cards
with (??), in this life, what you livin like?

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

Sigel]
Them four is a motherfucker
That's forever a motherfucker
Without a from a motherfucker?
It ain't even the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you
I'm down for joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it my poker face
On the block to POKE a face
I got an L goin around a smokin case?
You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT
My rap sheet read three D
Dangerous, duct tape
I take to the street, like a duck to water
Get duck game in order
My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with

[Beanie
fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip
and can't do shit, but it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the
Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin crib
Thinkin bout who raisin kids
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your
6:30 in the morning, kick your door in
pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin
You unaware of goin on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to
Told the law the drops you make
How your clientele started to escalate
him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, out that extra plate
You can't a career addict off his coke habit
Put him on with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the
Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you
Heart racin, situation gettin
Old clients are up, at the preliminary
D.A. to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
God damn, that gotta