Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Real Buck

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

Blac]
It's kind of hard to a fuckin' mil
If yo name ain't
Kick back in the MC
dollar bills,
Make me in a liquor store
in get a Tangaray
Peel a in the wind,
Ballin' the free way
no slippin' in the street
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, it up can I get a Newport?
me one, thank you sir
Got whole ankle short
Ya-Da-Yo givin'
Steve in Bone taught me
Straight the Bounds, lay it down
If they cool Gangsta Blac
All my nigga's gettin'
Bet on my D-Zick
the mic, 'cause I'm so hype and
Hoe just beginning
Bury shit, hoes, ain't that the way it's suppose to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em
Time to hit the hoe

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

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