Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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

Comin up as a child my city was
My moma was the best soldier, dad in out of jail
I came robbin and in doors
Then on my 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 damn crowd like a would do
Talkin pimpin, oh she did that too
I got robbed and old nigga took all my loot
And I was 12 years old on 13 skin
And bones why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you
All you fake thugs think about is and gold
And pressin these
(Shorty) and cakin 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 sell
If you gonna rap it be trill 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 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 to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a in his coat
And in the streets broke
through drama especially
Moma swung on a
I stabbed the in her head (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, dont be me why
Ill hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz sprayin wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil the kitchen
Got my on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol

You see the streets, they'll swallow you
body and soul
And you in a ditch wit no shoes and clothes
for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the sector
They'll kill you over thirty
I a man cut wit a dirty bottle
squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I cant
Ran home, watched cartoons and said shit
And to this day moma I was young
Hungry, and (par)
she was at the church praising the lord
I made through unscarred
She had to be praying I made it by the grace of the god
Im proud of my hard times, I hard rhymes
Bible in one hand, the hand 9
Dreaming of naming streets and mine
Grab yo of the pie, the other 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 trill it
And say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

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