Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

If you a thug my nigga be a
If you drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill it
And dont say shit if you BE REAL about it

If you a my nigga be a thug
If you sell my nigga then sell drugs
If you rap about it be trill about it
And dont say shit if you BE REAL about it

Comin up as a my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad in out of jail
I robbin and kickin in doors
on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She made it real for my sista and me
She did she had to do, and got
Out the crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin about pimpin, oh she did too
I got and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 old on 13 skin
And bones thats why I my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about of you hoes
All you thugs think about is grills and gold
And pressin these
(Shorty) and cakin hoes
I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin hoes

If you a thug my be a thug
If you sell drugs my then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill it
And dont say shit if you can't BE about it

Nobody loves me so I I stay to myself
A thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my as it reigns all over a nigga
And the only way I can get is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell some
A lil ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the broke heathens
Went drama especially
Moma on a nigga
I the bitch in her head (nigga)
I don't scratch my head unless it
And I smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitches
Nigga we was brave to die, dont be me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha inside the kitchen
Got my on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

You see the streets, swallow you whole
Mind body and
And leave you in a ditch wit no and clothes
Waitin for the trash
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto
kill you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a bottle
Blood squirted on his shirt and
I him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, cartoons and ain't said shit
And to day moma thought I was young
Hungry, and (par)
While she was at the praising the lord
I made through amazingly
She had to be praying 'cause I it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I hard rhymes
in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming and boulevards mine
Grab yo of the pie, the other parts mine

If you a thug my be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then drugs
If you gonna rap it be trill about it
And dont say shit if you BE REAL about it

If you a thug my nigga be a
If you sell drugs my nigga then drugs
If you gonna rap about it be about it
And dont say shit if you can't BE about it