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 you are, to overcome things
Oh and by the way, My is KL....C
The ma___ ya heard me?
but this not about me, This is 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 real fucka what are you? (what are you)
I'm money stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha fucka are you? (what are you)

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

I'm grindin like a rotor, and I'm postin like a sticky
up that paper, pockets fatter 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 stock quotes, I'm as a pac _____,
But clowns 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 like me now?

Them bustas on the so I'm ten tokes down,
I'm puttin all yall to so put on your night gown,
Some tatoos and a ice dont make you real,
cats 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 and hate me cuz I hate a hater.

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

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

white coupe, mashed 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,
They sideline commentating, we call it dumb fuckin,
They sweet as pie, as they spreadin them lies,
They smile up in your but so quick to jump F___

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

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