Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

If you a my nigga 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 about it

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 dont say shit if you can't BE about it

Comin up as a my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad 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 for my sista 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 took all my
And I was 12 years old on 13 skin
And bones thats why I thank my heart to sell
I a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs about is grills and gold
And pressin doors
(Shorty) and these hoes
I'ma pimp, I spend my time makin hoes

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

Nobody loves me so I I stay to myself
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 and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they pay me
Niggaz pullin on me damn near drove me crazy
Young nigga went to school just to sell dope
A lil ass nigga wit a knife in his coat
And in the streets heathens
Went through especially
Moma swung on a
I stabbed the bitch in her (nigga)
I don't scratch my head unless it
And I don't smoke unless I'm at you hatin bitches
Nigga we was to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz wit fire
All the childhood fixins wit tha devil the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm pull a pistol

You see the streets, they'll swallow you
Mind and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no and clothes
Waitin for the trash
Follow me mind to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you thirty dollars
I a man cut wit a dirty bottle
Blood squirted on his shirt and
I heard him holla a that I cant forget
Ran home, watched and ain't said shit
And to day moma thought I was young
Hungry, and (par)
While she was at the church praising the
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 hard rhymes
in one hand, the other hand 9
Dreaming of naming and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other mine

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 REAL it

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