Luyện nghe bài hát Dem Boyz

Uh huh... Blaoh,
Uh! Ikay... Lifestyle... Blaoh,
do this... for real,
Uh huh... uh!

1

When I out,
my Tech out,
You better down,
Or get down,
I'm hot now,
I stop now,
in da Benz wit Pac in da background,
Flossing!
Trying to a fortune,
niggaz talkin,
Blaow! Blaow! His life is what is him,
Awesome!
If it's beef, I some,
me where my niggaz at,
Da streets know I'm ill I spit my rap,
say hip hop's dead, I'm here to bring it back,
I'm rhyming, shining,
Got two on my dick, y'all I'm grinding,
from shit, now my Rolex is diamond,
Never where I came from,
Life is like a puzzle! Yea, it's like a son,
When da nigga Scrappy got up,
I said to my dawgs... yo life's up,
we do to survive,
Now I understand why snitch can't look me in my eyes,
Diss you die,
I got da in my hands,
and fame in my hands,
Fuck I'll have yo brain in my hands.

Dem boyz real, dem boyz don't ride,
Dem can't hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
Come on niggaz, we gon all night.

Dem boyz real, dem boyz don't ride,
Dem boyz hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
on niggaz, we gon ball all night.

2

Uh Huh... Uh,
I got da in my palms,
play my songs,
Da whole gon love my funeral psalms,
I'm not a hot boy, I'm not Brown,
weed in da air, dis is how I get down,
Cold thugz,
on dubs,
I'm a street nigga, find me in da club,
ya boy love,
Bitches, and hugs,
at da kid baby... uh!
I'm a magnet, rhymes that I spit made me mad rich,
play my hits while I blaze my spliff,
Glock on my hip, outfit,
a "A"-Town chick,
A New dime piece,
California white wrapped under my sheet,
I feel so blessed, like I'm da best,
Mama stress,
I got a "S" on my chest.

Dem boyz ain't real, dem boyz ride,
Dem boyz can't hear, dem gon die,
Dis boy so live,
on niggaz, we gon ball all night.

Dem ain't real, dem boyz don't ride,
Dem can't hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
Come on niggaz, we gon all night.

3

They shot at my coupe, on my crew,
can I do, hate on em too,
Black gloves, vest! I strapped,
Gun in my lap,
on me you get killed in da act,
Nobody me,
Weed in my system... I'm trying to be free,
Didn't choose to be a "G", I'm just my dreams,
Get in my way, ya blood like a stream,
up in da scene,
Black Lamborghini, I see niggaz face screwed up like it's a ghost seen,
I trust dem bitches, still cautious,
I'm trying to breathe but they won't up off us,
I'm a man, da streets is my office,
I'll put you in da frame of mind, call me da prophet,
Nigga it, this whack shit you call rapping,
All I'm is bitches and gun clappin,
What happened to da passion, da old fashion,
I'm ashamed how you niggaz actin.

Dem boyz real, dem boyz don't ride,
Dem boyz hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
Come on niggaz, we gon all night.

Dem boyz ain't real, dem don't ride,
Dem boyz can't hear, dem gon die,
Dis boy so live,
on niggaz, we gon ball all night.

Dem ain't real, dem boyz don't ride,
Dem boyz hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
Come on niggaz, we gon all night.

Dem boyz ain't real, dem boyz ride,
Dem boyz hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
on niggaz, we gon ball all night.

Dem boyz real, dem boyz don't ride,
Dem can't hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
on niggaz, we gon ball all night.

Dem boyz real, dem boyz don't ride,
Dem boyz hear, dem boyz gon die,
Dis boy so live,
Come on niggaz, we gon all night.