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.
There comes a time to where, you to know, who you are,
[Dipset, Skoal
And what you are, to things
Oh and by the way, My is KL....C
The drum ya heard me?
but this not about me, This is about the Champ
From Houston Texas, My Partner, Wall,
em who you are!

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

I'm a real motha fucka are you? (what are you)
I'm a real motha 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 like a rotor, and I'm like a sticky note
Stackin up that paper, pockets fatter a dukie rope,
boyz lookin sick, But that got that antidote,
hatin cuz broke suckas, fake as a 30 spoke.

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

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

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

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

Real nigga yes, all the hustle,
till I get call from god sayin,"I want you"
I been trough it, I past struggle, right,
day I in the street trying to complete a mad puzzle

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

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

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 that'll put you in tomb,
and then mark up your like Mr. Cartoon,
Its real in streets when you chasin that guap,
Cuz hatin around the clock, will it ever stop,
not.