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 comes a time to where, you 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 the PPl's Champ
From Houston Texas, My Partner, Wall,
em who you are!

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

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

I'm grindin like a rotor, and I'm postin like a note
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 these clowns be actin funny, like a knock joke,
They cramp on my style, cuz I got and power,
My paper long as the nile, so how hatas like me now?

Them bustas on the so I'm ten tokes down,
I'm all yall to sleep so put on your night gown,
Some tatoos and a ice grill make you real,
These be actin frauder 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 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 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 that call from god sayin,"I you"
I been trough it, I struggle, thats right,
day I in the street trying to complete a mad puzzle

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

I'm one hundred, but other boys 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 quick to jump

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

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