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 aint real

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

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

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

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

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

On that shit, tryin' to sniff my
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 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, thats the real, if yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint
(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 time I kept 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 to be J-Ro apostrophe's
Yes, yes you blessed
With fat ass with no ripples, tools big hipple?
Its tha liks six baby, baby on them
She smiled and said ooh you need to quit it
(Damn bro, all we know is did you get it)

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

Two years quickly turned into four
The tears began to when I had to go on tour
Two months later, I back through 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, shoulda but if I
I wouldnt be today

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

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