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

Big Terrorizer, say it, say it now.

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

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

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

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

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

Them bustas on the prow so I'm ten down,
I'm puttin all yall to so put on your night gown,
Some and a ice grill 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 hate me cuz I a hater.

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

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

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

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

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

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