Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

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

[Gangsta
kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil
If yo ain't Holyfield
Kick in the MC resident
dollar bills,
Make me in a liquor store
Stop in get a
a chin in the wind,
Ballin' hittin' the way
Ain't no in the street
on my ass gee,
Three car after me
Ballin' through SPV
man still the same
Clear me as you see me
Holler I holler, time to dip up in another past
Rip it up, open it up can I get a
me one, thank you sir
Got your whole ankle
Ya-Da-Yo shouts
Steve in taught me that
Straight the Bounds, lay it down
If they cool with Blac
All my gettin' buck
Bet this on my
Throw the mic, 'cause I'm so and
Hoe this just
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, ain't that the way suppose to go
'em slow, let 'em know
Time to hit the hoe

[Gangsta
to all them people's rumors,
That's been said folks from Ana
Creepin' through the back a fuckin' gage
to ram and jam ya
All fuckin' slugs up in yo ass
If I up and ya
Mouth, full of lit crackers
spangled banner
Reassess on yo body
them bitches watch 'em drool
Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain't no damn
Hoe you be high down fall
For the nigga De-De gone yo bad self
Hoe you to fuckin' quick,
Ain't no lookin' good
Ain't no I wish I would
I down all you lemon
Put jackets on my neighborhood
Cock my nine, fine
Incase the run they
bitch is you mad, cause we from the South
To you motor mouth suckers, come in get some of
Noisy ness, wig split stay up out my
'em up Escalade, down to the mighty sky
To ya hoe, see ya hoe in Hell it's time to die

[Gangsta
Ain't no fuckin' man
Take no for no nigga
Trick you must can't
Hoe how the fuck you
Not all that reppin' shit
Not with all Football shit
All about a bitch
All about makin' it
Hood Rat a group of hoes
Slurpin' on yo nut
of weed is what I need
To keep my brain on track
Chu-Chu watch me as
I blow out a of smoke
civilize, got dope hold it though
Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo
Funk it up, or in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
Fuck you bitches, this for and plenty niggas
Fuck killer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo grip my dick, nigga I don't give a shit
Paul in lil' man got my back, two nigga's you can't with
Bustin' through the like a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my deep
Gettin' buck