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

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

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

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

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

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

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

white coupe, pedal 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 other frontin,
They sideline commentating, we call it dumb fuckin,
They sweet as apple pie, as spreadin them lies,
They smile up in your face but so to jump F___

You swear they so cool, but they turn doorknobs,
They say they hardcore, but they 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 your like Mr. Cartoon,
Its in these streets when you chasin that guap,
Cuz that hatin around the clock, will it stop,
not.