Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Real

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

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

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

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

But Ima single nigga lust, so nobody gets
No one is alerted 'cause they heard I flirted
Unlike these niggaz that you claimin' is only
That be in the wind at night you watchin' TV lonely

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

On that shit, to sniff my clothes
up and down I was out coolin' with hoes
But yo Rico knows, what it to be committed
And when I you as my beyatch I go all the way with it

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

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

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

What it cost to be J-Ro apostrophe's
Yes, yes damn you
fat ass with no ripples, tools big like hipple?
Its tha six baby, baby on them nipples
She just smiled and said ooh you need to it
(Damn bro, all we know is did you get it)

Shit, I hit it, all the angles
Swingin' my like the California Angels
Things got as much time was spent
I said, "Fuck it, split the rent on this apartment"

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

Damn, I know I had a hot one
Went to my and grabbed my shotgun
(Ah, chill)
I coulda, shoulda but if I
I be here today

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

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