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 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 rap about it be trill about it
And dont say shit if you BE REAL about 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 easy for my sista and me
She did she had to do, and got
Out the damn crowd like a nigga do
about pimpin, oh she did that too
I got robbed and this old took all my loot
And I was 12 years old on 13 skin
And thats why I thank my heart to sell dope
I a fuck about none of you hoes
All you thugs think about is grills and gold
And these doors
(Shorty) and these hoes
I'ma pimp, I spend my time these hoes

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 shit if you BE REAL about it

Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to
A nigga thinkin bout change my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a
And the only way I can get away is weed and
niggaz up on the daily if they didnt pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me
Young nigga went to school to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets broke
Went through especially
Moma on a nigga
I stabbed the in her head (nigga)
I don't my head unless it itches
And I don't unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitches
Nigga we was brave to die, be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz sprayin wit
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 swallow you
Mind and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no shoes and
for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the sector
They'll kill you thirty dollars
I seen a man cut wit a bottle
Blood squirted on his shirt and
I heard him holla a sound that I forget
Ran home, watched and ain't said shit
And to day moma thought I was young
Hungry, and (par)
she was at the church praising the lord
I made through unscarred
She had to be praying 'cause I it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I spit hard
Bible in one hand, the hand 9
Dreaming of naming and boulevards mine
Grab yo of the pie, the other parts mine

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

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