Luyện nghe bài hát 123

On them
You better your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them
talk..

1]
They walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these niggaz who be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look I don't be meaning to stunt, but I zip down like jeans in the
In somethin' you seen and you want
But I'm cool wit' it
They say only the who never had gon' get and act a fool wit' it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a wit' a view of the ocean
The bangers is upset
'cause' ya' ass is on t.v. throwin' up
And you know you ain't like
But you'll say you is
Go and a bunch a shit and and then say that its his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner groupies
Ain't a 'cause' you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties

2X]
1-2-3; you don't really fuck wit me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' wit a gangsta

2]
How can say they be on the other side of the seas'
Where the steering wheels are on the other of the v's
And the home look like the spot on the other of the c's
When ain't never been on the other side of the p's
I ca' see em', ya tents are too light
sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be nigga you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars, or the proof
And now you flash ya' tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirtbag before the
You around talkin' how every dime sucked
When they don't speak to you, nevermind fucked you
Ya' hood sayin' don't come
Step foot in here, and they gon' put you where you won't come
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya'
When ya' won't even give you keys to the house loser

3]
Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make lookin' like
Tryina fool the wit' a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback
They gon' strip you, have you runnin' next
Without security you like sex
You ain't never finger a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga
I real recognize real, be a john doe
You in a closet and call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass in the tournaments
Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think its hip hop con mans
gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you out

1-2-3; and any that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
talk
Real
really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real
really really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk