Luyện nghe bài hát Be Real

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 if you can't be real about it

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

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

Talkin' pimpin', oh she did that too
I got and this 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 about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think is grills and gold
And pressin' these doors shorty and cakin' hoes
I'm a pimp, I spend my time makin' these

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 don't say shit if you can't be 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 trill it
And say shit if you can't be real about it

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

And when the streets heat that's when da drama was fed
Moma on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in the head
I don't scratch my unless it itches
An I don't smoke unless I'm bustin' at cha bitches
Nigga we was bread to die, be askin' me why
I'll rather in the cold 'cause niggaz playin' 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 drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be about it
And don't say shit if you be real about it

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

You see the streets, they'll shallow you
Ya mind body and and leave you in a ditch cold
With no shoes and clothes for the trash collector
Follow me now to the ghetto sector
They'll kill you over dollars, I seen a man cut with
A dirty blood squirted on his shirt and collar
I heard him holla a sound that I forget

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

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

If you a thug my nigga be a
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