Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

If you a my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then drugs
If you gonna rap about it be 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

Comin up as a my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of
I came robbin and kickin in
on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She it real easy for my sista and me
She did she had to do, and got
Out the crowd like a nigga would do
Talkin pimpin, oh she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13
And thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake think about is grills and gold
And pressin doors
(Shorty) and cakin these
I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin hoes

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

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a
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 near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell dope
A lil crazy ass wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets heathens
through drama especially
Moma on a nigga
I the bitch in her head (nigga)
I scratch my head unless it itches
And I don't smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin
Nigga we was brave to die, be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna a pistol

You see the streets, they'll swallow you
Mind body and
And leave you in a ditch wit no and clothes
Waitin for the trash
Follow me mind selector to the sector
They'll you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty
Blood squirted on his and collar
I him holla a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched and ain't said shit
And to day moma thought I was young
Hungry, and (par)
While she was at the church 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 streets and boulevards
yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine

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

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