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 a time 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 ma___ ya heard me?
but this not about me, This is about the PPl's
Houston Texas, My Partner, Paul 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 money stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha what are you? (what are you)

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

I'm like a rotor, and I'm postin like a sticky note
Stackin up that paper, 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 stock quotes, I'm as a pac _____,
But these clowns be actin funny, like a knock joke,
They cramp on my style, cuz I got and power,
My long as the nile, so how them hatas like me now?

Them on the prow 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 head and hate me cuz I a hater.

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

Real nigga yes, all 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 trying to complete a mad puzzle

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

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

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

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