Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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

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 say shit if you can't be real about it

Comin' up as a child all I seen was
Moma stepped in so we niggas stayed in out of
Then came and kickin' in doors
went from a half to sellin' ten O's
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 on da
like a damn nigga would do

Talkin' about pimpin', oh she did too
I got robbed and old nigga took all my loot
And I was 12 years old on 13 which made me bold
Thats why I think my is so cold
I gives a fuck about of you hoes
All you fake thugs about is grills and gold
And pressin' these doors shorty and cakin' hoes
I'm a pimp, I my time makin' these hoes

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

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

Nobody loves me so I I stay to myself
A nigga bout change contemplating my death
my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
And the way I can get away is weed and liquor
niggaz up on the daily if they didn't pay me
Niggaz pullin' guns on me damn near drove me
nigga went to school just to sell some dope
A little crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his

And when the streets brought heat that's da drama was fed
Moma swung on a nigga, I the bitch in the head
I don't scratch my head it itches
An I don't smoke I'm bustin' at cha hatin' bitches
Nigga we was to die, don't be askin' me why
I'll rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggaz wit fire
All the childhood wit tha devil out to getcha
Got my mind on my gun and I'm and the shell a pistol

If you a thug my nigga be a
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell
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 be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then drugs
If you gonna rap about it be about it
And don't say shit if you be real about it

You see the streets, shallow you whole
Ya mind and soul and leave you in a ditch cold
no shoes and clothes wait for the trash collector
Follow me now selector to the sector
kill you over thirty dollars, I seen a man cut with
A dirty bottle blood squirted on his shirt and
I heard him holla a sound that I forget

Ran home, cartoons and ain't said shit
Until this day moma I was up at da park
While she was at the church the Lord
I made amazingly unscarred
She had to be praying I made it by the grace of the God
A product of my hard times, I spit hard
Bible in one hand, the other ion
Dreaming of naming streets and mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other mine

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

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 don't say shit if you be real about it