Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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

Comin up as a my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of
I robbin and kickin in doors
Then on my 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 damn crowd like a would do
Talkin about pimpin, oh she did too
I got and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 old on 13 skin
And bones why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about of you hoes
All you fake thugs think is grills and gold
And these doors
(Shorty) and cakin hoes
pimp, I spend my time makin these hoes

If you a thug my nigga be a
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 REAL it

Nobody loves me so I I stay to myself
A thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all a nigga
And the only way I can get is weed and liquor
Fukin niggaz up on the daily if they pay me
Niggaz pullin guns on me damn near drove me
Young went to school just to sell some dope
A lil crazy ass nigga wit a in his coat
And in the broke heathens
Went through especially
Moma swung on a
I stabbed the in her head (nigga)
I don't scratch my unless it itches
And I don't smoke unless I'm bustin at you hatin
we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz wit fire
All the fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna a pistol

You see the streets, they'll swallow you
Mind and soul
And leave you in a ditch wit no and clothes
for the trash collector
Follow me mind selector to the ghetto
They'll you over thirty dollars
I a man cut wit a dirty bottle
Blood squirted on his shirt and
I heard him a sound that I cant 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 amazingly unscarred
She had to be 'cause 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
of naming streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts

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 if you can't BE REAL about it

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