Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Real

Yo, who we Check it out, aiyyo
Aiyyo, givin' the women they can feel, who we got?
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got tha
If yall cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real

Ah, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in motherfucker
Posted gettin' toasted, I know them dont dig this shit
With these women out here but yo it out
We cant every song hardcore
(Can you this?)

But we aint gonna make no soft shit
If niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
So feel the

Feel the realness of the brother that leaves the women
With rough words of pleasure they boyfriend cant provide
'Cause while niggaz think they slick, fuckin' down low tricks
I got the finest hoes in fightin' over this dick

But Ima single nigga lust, so gets hurt
No one is alerted 'cause they heard I flirted
Unlike these niggaz you claimin' is your only
be in the wind at night while you watchin' TV lonely

But phony shit is what bring
Thats why you lookin' at my fingers but you see no
Just a full of digits and a forty ounce of miller
the last girl I had that bitch made me wanna kill her

On that shit, tryin' to sniff my
Swearin' up and down I was out coolin' with
But yo knows, what it means to be committed
And I claim you as my beyatch I go all the way with it

And thats the real and the real
(Tell me can you this?)
If yall niggaz feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
So all the ladies in the place can know, thats the
(Can you this?)
Uh, the real, if yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
(Ah one two)

I she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see
Sometimes I let her cry but shes a
But most of the time I kept that bitch
Kept her toe nails painted and her from gettin' nappy

It was a cold weatherly winter
I met this at the Beverly center
I stepped to the hottie with the body, to it
I said, "I like the Nikes baby", can we do it?

What would it cost to be J-Ro
Yes, yes you blessed
With fat ass no ripples, tools big like hipple?
Its tha six baby, baby on them nipples
She just smiled and ooh you need to quit it
(Damn bro, all we wanna is did you get it)

Shit, I hit it, from all the
Swingin' my thing like the California
Things got serious as much was spent
I said, "Fuck it, lets split the on this apartment"

Two years together quickly turned four
The tears began to pour I had to go on tour
Two months later, I walk through the door
The bitch is butt naked with some on my floor

Damn, I didnt I had a hot one
Went to my room and grabbed my
(Ah, chill)
I coulda, but if I woulda
I wouldnt be here

She to make me think everything could be the same
But she ran too game on my 511 frame
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you the consequences
I coulda, but if I woulda thats what I hate bitches
(Just chill nigga, I you feel this)

If yall niggaz cant feel me then yall niggaz real
If yall cant feel me then yall niggaz aint real
If yall niggaz feel me then yall niggaz aint real
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