Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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

Comin up as a child my city was
My was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kickin in
on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She made it real easy for my 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 old on 13 skin
And bones thats why I my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck none of you hoes
All you fake thugs about is grills and gold
And these doors
(Shorty) and cakin these
I'ma pimp, I my time makin these hoes

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

Nobody me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin change comtemplating my death
my pain 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 they pay me
Niggaz guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke
Went through especially
swung on a nigga
I stabbed the bitch in her (nigga)
I don't scratch my unless it itches
And I don't smoke I'm bustin at you hatin bitches
Nigga we was brave to die, be askin me why
Ill rather in the cold 'cause niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna a pistol

You see the streets, they'll you whole
Mind body and
And you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
Waitin for the trash
Follow me mind to the ghetto sector
They'll you over thirty dollars
I a man cut wit a dirty bottle
Blood squirted on his and collar
I heard him a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't shit
And to this day thought I was young
Hungry, and (par)
she was at the church praising the lord
I made through unscarred
She had to be 'cause I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my times, I spit hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the other 9
Dreaming of streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo of the pie, the other parts mine

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

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