Luyện nghe bài hát Still Real

so depressin', uh
Be the realest shit I wrote
(Money and cars, bitches)
Shit Is Part 2
(Drugs)
day
(Society you know?)
See what it's to walk in my shoes
It all fun and games
(You heard?)

Yo, yo, I'm sick and tired of stressin', every days a lesson
I'm free-fallin', leave this deep depression
My son still slow, my mom's got cancer in her throat
My big sniffin' dope
Let me know how many motherfucker wanna be like me
at and treated like shit by your wifey

This hot bitch be the coke cash
My baby mother think I doe out my ass
It's like, how much fight I got in me
Niggaz won't be till they bring the fuckin' death of me
But you never see Joe look weak or flow off
And Charlie sees the in four more weeks

You gotta walk, I walked
where I bang
Slang I hang
To get where I'm to
where I stay
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get where I'm to

You gotta walk, where I
Bang where I
Slang I hang
To get I'm going to
where I stay
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get where I'm to

Uh, yo, the South Bronx, nine later
nuttin' changed, niggaz still playa haters
T S, the best that's it, forever live and never front it
Reminisce of when I used to hold and tell niggaz "Run it"
Now we with jewels, hundreds of dudes
the Coliseum to hear their favorite tunes

Then at the time of our prime we caught a one
The Angels down, took my twin Big Pun
Shit were unbalanced throughout the world
All I do was try to provide for his seeds and his old girl
Hope your listenin', tell Ton' that we missin' him
I'm like a prisoner in with no visitors

You walk, where I walked
Bang where I
where I hang
To get I'm going to
Stay I stay
who I blazed
Pay dues, how I
To get where I'm to

You gotta walk, where I
Bang where I
where I hang
To get where I'm to
Stay I stay
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get I'm going to

Yeah, uh, the third verse is dedicated to you
Even though you teams, man I'm praying for you
We used to stay up all countin' dollar for dollar
You was my godfather, where the fuck is your honor?
even rap the shit we did together
You'd probably have me shackled down, doin' bids forever
You broke the first code, I'd like to twist ya wifey it roasts gold
nigga, turned state to sold ya soul

How could a that was clappin' in the streets
Start yappin' to the deez, what I rightly should believe?
Like ever verse is a charge, for hurt there's a scar
I once tried to hurt cha'll
I'm just tryin' to do me, a few CDs
Buy land in Miami and cop a new B, on!

Motherfuckers it's sweet
Think a nigga got money and a nigga don't pain
You ain't feel my pain
You don't know what the fuck I'm through
lookin' at me like, "He got it made"

Like I ain't lose Pun, my grandfather a later
My aunt a month
Like my fuckin' sister in a coma right now!
You motherfuckers know pain!
Let's get one thing clear, money'll never buy you
My true walk with me now

You walk, where I walked
Bang where I
Slang I hang
To get where I'm to
Stay where I
Blaze who I
Pay dues, how I
To get I'm going to

You gotta walk, I walked
where I bang
Slang where I
To get I'm going to
Stay I stay
who I blazed
Pay dues, how I
To get where I'm to