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 things
Oh and by the way, My is KL....C
The ma___ ya heard me?
but this not about me, is about the PPl's Champ
From Houston Texas, My Partner, Wall,
em who you are!

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

I'm the stock quotes, I'm real 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 long as the nile, so how them hatas like me

Them bustas on the 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 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 super hero, her caped crusader,
So go and hate me cuz I hate a hater.

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

Real yes, all about the hustle,
till I get that 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,
soft like I sat on hash brownies,
I get money, ask me, ask 'round,
Big like I work downtown.

I'm one hundred, but them boys frontin,
just sideline 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 F___

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