Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Real

Yo, who we got? 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 niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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