Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Real

Yo, who we Check 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, yall niggaz aint real

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

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

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

But Ima single nigga lust, so gets hurt
No one is alerted 'cause they heard I flirted
Unlike these that you claimin' is your only
That be in the wind at night while you TV lonely

But shit is what 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 that shit, tryin' to sniff my
Swearin' up and down I was out with hoes
But yo Rico knows, it means to be committed
And I claim 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 cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
So all the in the place can know, thats the real
(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 time I that bitch happy
her toe nails painted and her hair from gettin' nappy

It was a rainy weatherly winter
I met this at the Beverly center
I stepped to the hottie 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, tools big hipple?
Its tha six baby, 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, all the angles
Swingin' my thing like the California
Things got serious as much time was
I said, "Fuck it, lets split the rent on apartment"

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

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

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 the consequences
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda thats I hate bitches
(Just chill nigga, I know you this)

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