Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Real, What Are You?

Big Terrorizer, say it, say it now.

Hello World, Sup everybody, I'm to all the ppl out there.
comes a time to where, you have to know, who you are,
[Dipset, game]
And you are, to overcome things
Oh and by the way, My is KL....C
The ma___ ya heard me?
but this not about me, This is the PPl's Champ
Houston Texas, My Partner, Paul Wall,
em who you are!

I'm a real motha what are you? (what are you)
I'm a real motha fucka what are (what are you)
I'm gettin money true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha fucka what are (what are you)

I'm a real fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm a motha fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm gettin money stayin' true, paper what it do,
I'm a motha fucka what are you? (what are you)

I'm grindin a rotor, and I'm postin like a sticky note
up that paper, pockets fatter than a dukie rope,
boyz lookin sick, But that docta got antidote,
cuz they broke suckas, fake as a 30 spoke.

I'm watchin the quotes, I'm real as a pac _____,
But clowns be actin funny, like a knock knock joke,
They cramp on my style, cuz I got and power,
My paper long as the nile, so how them hatas me now?

Them bustas on the so I'm ten tokes down,
I'm puttin all yall to sleep so put on your gown,
Some tatoos and a ice grill dont you real,
These cats be actin than a 4 dollar bill.

I'm a gun holdin, smokin, paper chasin, ladie banger,
fly boy somethin a aviator,ha yeah,
I'm you girls super hero, her crusader,
So go and hate me cuz I hate a hater.

it take to make money I said,
So you gotta have dough to make where I'm From,
I aint get it, I stay true with it,
Barbed wire flow, dont get in it,

Real yes, all about the hustle,
till I get that call from god sayin,"I you"
I trough it, I past struggle, thats right,
Every day I in the street trying to a mad puzzle

coupe, pedal mashed down,
Seats soft I sat on hash brownies,
I get money, ask me, ask 'round,
Big money I work downtown.

I'm one hundred, but them boys frontin,
They sideline commentating, we call it dumb fuckin,
They sweet as apple pie, as they spreadin lies,
They smile up in your but so quick to jump F___

You swear they so cool, but they like doorknobs,
They say hardcore, but they friendlier than spongebob,
Im tryin to stay afloat, up on my note,
So that Highness is what I tote, the overcoat.

I roll with a platoon put you in your tomb,
and then mark up body like Mr. Cartoon,
Its in these streets when you chasin that guap,
Cuz that hatin around the clock, will it stop,
not.