Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and break]

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

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

[The
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im grindin til Im
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 so many of my people but Im just wonderin why
You havent [my life? x3]
what the hell am I [doing right? x3]
[My x3]

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

[Chorus: Lil
And Im grindin til Im
say "You aint grindin til you tired"
So Im grindin with my 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 taken [my life? x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]

2: The Game]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s spinnin'? I em,
And all thse pictures of me and I 'em
So there aint no proof that i walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I never walked 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste,
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on common
I spit crack and niggas could it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds [Gunshots]

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

3: The Game]
Walk the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin at of Don Imus for target practice
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 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
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But it's real like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should [My Life x3]
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked

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