Luyện nghe bài hát For Real

Straight facts,
Come through sippin' apple out ya Pyrex nigga
Fuck wrong chu
I got like 20 some-odd pounds from

I up in foreigns like this shit for real
Pull out like Gordon, fuck how niggas feel
New Givenchy gold, I'm sellin' blow
Work up off the scale, just came off the
Forreal, nigga for
Forreal, nigga for
Forreal, for real
I just flew in from with 200 pounds

Look, I bands on the low
I got on them hoes
I ten on a four
OG strains on my
OG on my woe
Whipping the 7 to get it
All of my niggas is the brick
And got a bitch on the batter Betty Crocker
the 7, and baby
And I'm fly like a pelican
And I'm the O in da 4
And I'm this shit, it's so delicate baby
I'm so rich I don't this shit, baby
I fuck hoes in Chanel and shit,
From the first night she wanna fuck
But I had to finesse this shit
And my niggas get to the decimal
I lay back and wait like a criminal
direct, we dont need the subliminal
Got some Florida shooters, they Seminoles
I got bitches to popout the whole
Niggas bricks out the boatload
50 deep and like, oh no
Fuck it, I do this solo nigga
(Oh, my)

I pull up in foreigns like this for real
Pull out like Gordon, fuck how niggas feel
New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin'
Work up off the scale, came off the boat
Forreal, nigga for
Forreal, nigga for
Forreal, nigga for
I flew in from Europe with 200 pounds

I got on top
I put on five
the O's on top
Dippin' the sauce I drop
Dippin' the 'til it whip a pill
I a fuck 'bout how niggas feel
I'm so real I could fuck a fake
Fake ass, fake tits, 'til shit is real nigga
Whip the on Biscayne
We done moved up, changed
550 when I switch
950 for ripped jeans
Gun dirty but my clean
Gun dirty but the whip
20 on a nigga neck
Just to walk around to hear that shit
(Tell you what, can we hear something the album)
Man, lets this New Toronto nigga
I can say I'm New Toronto,
Talent for talent, you fry
No, I don't do nigga
see me in the new Givenchy
Flexing with my nigga Bleu
Free my Pete out the pen
Pressure coming, let this begin

I pull up in foreigns this shit for real
Pull out like Jeff Gordon, how niggas feel
New Givenchy gold, like I'm sellin'
up off the scale, just came off the boat
Forreal, for real
Forreal, for real
Forreal, for real
I just in from Europe with 200 pounds

My nigga Kellz give 'em that pressure
Nigga, we bringing that
Came for the not the lesser
All of us came out
to reunite and flexin'
One fucking Mob, nigga
Hopeless kid, I used to rob
had me in a deep depression
Givin' pressure, on the job nigga
I would sell dope to anybody
Anybody to ball with ya
Times so hard on the boulevard
You needed someone to grind ya
But it was no one to with ya
No one's life was on the line ya
No one was with ya at the Hasty Market four o'clock on mornings
Trying to split the dimes ya, Lord
the soda, you know that I'm gone
Just give 'em that pressure, just give 'em that
the soda inside of the kitchen, baking soda
YOLO, whippin', know we got it going
Get it my nigga, pressure

give 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure
They want that pressure, know they that pressure
Don't 'em that pressure, don't give 'em that pressure
Fargo
Don't give 'em that pressure, don't 'em that pressure, no