Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun and glass break]

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

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im til Im tired
say "You aint grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, 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 like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the in the casket or a Bentley
Take me
Like I on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle [My Life x3]
I need some meditation, so I can my people
askin' Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin til Im
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, done took so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent taken [my x3]
Like what the 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 pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof i ever walked through 8 mile
Since aint no proof, I never walked through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his momma's
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground
I crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin Im tired
They say "You grindin 'til you tired"
So Im with my eyes 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 [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]

[Verse 3: The
through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm the city that made 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]
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should [My x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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