Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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

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

up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I robbin and kickin 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
Talkin about pimpin, oh she did 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 thank my heart to dope
I gives a about none of you hoes
All you fake think about is grills and gold
And these doors
(Shorty) and these hoes
I'ma pimp, I my time makin these hoes

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

loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it all over a nigga
And the way I can get away is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if didnt pay me
pullin guns on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a in his coat
And in the broke heathens
Went drama especially
Moma swung on a
I stabbed the in her head (nigga)
I don't scratch my head it itches
And I don't unless I'm bustin at you hatin bitches
Nigga we was to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 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 shoes and
for the trash collector
Follow me mind to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over dollars
I seen a man cut wit a dirty
Blood on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound I cant forget
Ran home, watched cartoons and ain't said
And to this day thought I was young
Hungry, and (par)
she was at the church praising 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 spit rhymes
in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and mine
Grab yo of the pie, the other parts mine

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