Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Real

Yo, who we got? it out, aiyyo
Aiyyo, givin' the women somethin' they can feel, who we
We got, we got, we got, we got, we got tha
If niggaz 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 make every song
(Can you this?)

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

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

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

But phony is what relationships bring
Thats why you lookin' at my but you see no rings
Just a fist full of digits and a forty 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 to be committed
And when I claim you as my I go all the way with it

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

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

It was a rainy 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?

What would it cost to be J-Ro
Yes, yes damn you
With fat ass no ripples, tools big like hipple?
Its tha liks six baby, on them nipples
She smiled and said 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 thing like the California
Things got serious as time was spent
I said, "Fuck it, lets split the on this apartment"

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

Damn, I know I had a hot one
Went to my room and my shotgun
(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 much on my 511 frame
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you know the
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda thats what I hate
(Just chill nigga, I know you this)

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