Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

Nigga's in the gettin' real buck
in the club gettin' real buck
Now my in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga's in the gettin' real buck

[Gangsta
kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil
If yo name ain't
Kick in the MC resident
Countin' bills,
Make me kick in a store
in get a Tangaray
Peel a in the wind,
Ballin' hittin' the way
Ain't no in the street
on my ass gee,
Three car after me
Ballin' down SPV
man still the same
Clear me as you see me
Holler when I holler, to dip up in another past
Rip it up, open it up can I get a
Pass me one, you sir
Got your ankle short
Ya-Da-Yo shouts
Steve in Bone me that
Straight the Bounds, lay it down
If they cool with Gangsta
All my nigga's gettin'
Bet on my D-Zick
the mic, 'cause I'm so hype and
Hoe this beginning
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, that the way it's suppose to go
'em slow, let 'em know
Time to hit the hoe

[Gangsta
to all them people's rumors,
That's been bout folks from Ana
Creepin' through the with a fuckin' gage
to ram and jam ya
All these fuckin' up in yo ass
If I up and ya
Mouth, full of lit fire
Star spangled
Reassess Pieces on yo
Hittin' them bitches watch 'em
Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain't no fool
Hoe you must be high fall
For the nigga De-De gone with yo bad
Hoe you to fuckin' quick,
no drunk lookin' good
Ain't no killer I wish I
I buck all you lemon
Put them jackets on my
Cock my nine, feelin'
Incase the run they
bitch is you mad, cause we from the South
To you motor mouth suckers, come in get some of
ness, wig split stay up out my business
Ride 'em up Escalade, to the mighty sky
To ya hoe, see ya hoe in cause it's time to die

[Gangsta
Ain't no fuckin' man
no bullet for no nigga
Trick you can't understand
Hoe how the you figure
Not with all that reppin'
Not with all that shit
All about a bitch
All about it rich
Hood Rat mean's a group of
on yo nut sac's
Sac's of weed is I need
To keep my on this track
watch me choke as
I out a cloud of smoke
Hypnotize civilize, got hold it though
to find my nigga, let me ride in yo Pontiac
Funk it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the back
Fuck you bitches, this for and plenty niggas
Fuck realer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine my dick, nigga I don't give a shit
Paul in lil' man got my back, two you can't deal with
Bustin' through the crowd a crash
in yo gut, now my nigga's deep
Gettin' real