Luyện nghe bài hát Feel The Real

Yo, who we got? it out, aiyyo
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 real

Ah, ha, ha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this
Posted gettin' toasted, I know them niggaz dig this shit
these 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 yall niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint
So feel the

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

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

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

On that shit, to sniff my clothes
Swearin' up and down I was out coolin' hoes
But yo Rico knows, what it means to be
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 niggaz cant feel me, then niggaz aint real
So all the ladies in the can know, thats the real
(Can you this?)
Uh, thats the real, if niggaz cant feel me, then yall niggaz aint real
(Ah one two)

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

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

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

Two together quickly turned into four
The tears began to pour I had to go on tour
Two months later, I walk through the door
The bitch is naked with 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 tried to me think everything could be the same
But she ran too game on my 511 frame
I coulda, shoulda but if I woulda you the consequences
I coulda, shoulda but if I thats what I hate bitches
(Just chill nigga, I you feel this)

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