Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
shot and glass break]

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

Ass Motherfucker]
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

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

[Verse 1: The
Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Cobain
(Suicide. suicide.)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? [My x3]
'Cause Jesus people
And The Game, the equal
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
Like I needed my father, but he needed a [My Life x3]
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why?" Why did John leave The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil
And Im til Im tired
They say "You grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord, youve done 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]

[Verse 2: The
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s spinnin'? I em,
And all thse of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i ever walked through 8
Since they aint no proof, I walked through 8 mile
So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now?
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on 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 MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground
I spit crack and niggas drive it outta town
Gotta Chris mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand [Gunshots]

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

[Verse 3: The
through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for
And never her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could [My Life x3]
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should [My Life x3]
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

[Chorus: Lil
And Im til Im tired
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to
A way
the day
A
For the
Dear Lord youve done 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]
[My x3]
[My x3]
[My x3]