Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun and glass break]

Game]
Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass
Tupac, Biggie! shut the up! fucking dogs 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 with my eyes wide
to find
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 what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]

1: The Game]
Take me away from the hood a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces? [My Life x3]
'Cause Jesus people
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" 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 Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with (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 never walked through 8
So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think my life with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

Lil Wayne]
And Im 'til Im tired
They say "You aint '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 taken [my x3]
Like the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

3: The Game]
Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
slow in that Phantom just the way I should [My Life x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

[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
Dear Lord youve done took so many of my people but Im just why
You taken [my life x3]
Like what the hell am I right? x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]