Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Real

Yo, who we got? Check it out,
Aiyyo, the women 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 whole Likwid crew is up in motherfucker
Posted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz dont dig shit
With women out here but yo check it out
We cant make every hardcore
(Can you this?)

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

Feel the of the brother that leaves the women wide
With rough words of pleasure that they boyfriend provide
'Cause while they niggaz think they slick, 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
these niggaz that you claimin' is your only
That be in the wind at night while you TV lonely

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

On shit, tryin' to sniff my clothes
up and down I was out coolin' with hoes
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 and thats 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, 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, for my eyes to see
I let her cry but shes a lady
But most of the time I kept that happy
Kept her toe nails painted and her from gettin' nappy

It was a cold weatherly winter
I met this broad at the Beverly
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 no ripples, tools big like hipple?
Its tha liks six baby, baby on nipples
She just smiled and said ooh you to quit it
(Damn bro, all we wanna is did you get it)

Shit, I hit it, from all the
my thing like the California Angels
Things got serious as time was spent
I said, "Fuck it, lets the rent on this apartment"

Two years together turned into four
The began to pour when I had to go on tour
Two months later, I walk back through the
The bitch is butt naked some nigga 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 be here today

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

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