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 time to where, you to know, who you are,
[Dipset, game]
And what you are, to overcome
Oh and by the way, My is KL....C
The drum ma___ ya me?
but not about me, This is about the PPl's Champ
From Texas, My Partner, Paul Wall,
em who you are!

I'm a real fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm a real fucka what are you? (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 real fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm gettin stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha fucka 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 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, 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,
tatoos and a ice grill dont make you real,
These 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 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 aint chew get it, I stay true it,
Barbed wire flow, get tangled in it,

Real yes, all about 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 soft like I sat on 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 it dumb fuckin,
sweet 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 like doorknobs,
They say hardcore, but they friendlier than spongebob,
Im tryin to stay afloat, up on my note,
So Highness is what I tote, affordin the overcoat.

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