Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

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

[Gangsta
It's kind of to keep a fuckin' mil
If yo name Holyfield
Kick in the MC resident
Countin' bills,
Make me in a liquor store
in get a Tangaray
Peel a in the wind,
Ballin' the free way
Ain't no slippin' in the
on my ass gee,
Three car after me
Ballin' down SPV
man still the same
Clear me as you see me
when I holler, time 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
givin' shouts
Steve in Bone taught me
Straight from the Bounds, lay it
If cool with Gangsta Blac
All my gettin' buck
Bet on my D-Zick
the mic, 'cause I'm so hype and
Hoe this beginning
shit, fuckin' hoes, ain't that the way it's suppose to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em
to hit the dirt hoe

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

[Gangsta
Ain't no simple man
Take no bullet for no
Trick you can't understand
Hoe how the you figure
Not with all that reppin'
Not with all that Football
All roastin' a bitch
All makin' it rich
Rat mean's a group of hoes
Slurpin' on yo nut
Sac's of is what I need
To keep my on this track
Chu-Chu watch me as
I blow out a cloud of
Hypnotize civilize, got hold it though
Time to my nigga, let me ride in yo Pontiac
Funk it up, or ride in the white Chevy the bumpin' back
Fuck you bitches, for girls and plenty niggas
Fuck realer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, I don't give a shit
Paul in lil' man got my back, two nigga's you can't deal
Bustin' through the crowd a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my nigga's
Gettin' buck