Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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

If you a thug my nigga be a
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 about it

Comin up as a child my was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of
I came robbin and in doors
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 about pimpin, oh she did too
I got robbed and 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 none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think is grills and gold
And pressin these
(Shorty) and these hoes
pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

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

Nobody loves me so I guess I to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change comtemplating my
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a
And the way I can get away is weed and liquor
niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me
Young nigga went to school just to some dope
A lil ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets heathens
Went through drama
swung on a nigga
I stabbed the bitch in her (nigga)
I scratch my head 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 hustle in the cold 'cause sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna 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 collector
me mind selector to the ghetto sector
They'll you over thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a bottle
squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him a sound that I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't shit
And to this day moma I was young
Hungry, and (par)
While she was at the church the lord
I made amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying 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 and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the parts mine

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