Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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

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

up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad in out of jail
I came robbin and 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
about pimpin, oh she did that too
I got and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13
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 these hoes
I'ma pimp, I spend my makin these hoes

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

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

You see the streets, they'll you whole
body and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no and clothes
Waitin for the collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto
They'll kill you over dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty
Blood squirted on his shirt and
I heard him holla a sound I cant forget
Ran home, watched and ain't said shit
And to this day moma thought I was
Hungry, and (par)
While she was at the church the lord
I through amazingly unscarred
She had to be 'cause I made it by the grace of the god
Im of my hard times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts

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