Luyện nghe bài hát Real Life

[dog
[gun shot and 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

[Punk Ass
shoot!
shoot!

[gun

Game]
You Nigga!

[Chorus: Lil

And Im grindin til Im
They say "You aint til you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
to find
A way
the day
A
For the
Lord, 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]

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

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

[Verse 2: The
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution (caution... caution)
See these 24s I earned em,
And all pictures of me and I burned 'em
So there aint no proof that i walked through 8 mile
Since they aint no proof, I never through 8 mile
So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste,
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that smile [My Life x3]
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas drive it outta town
Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta 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 'til Im tired
They say "You 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 havent taken [my x3]
Like what the hell am I [doing x3]
[My x3]

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

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