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 to where, you have to know, who you are,
[Dipset, Skoal
And what you are, to overcome
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 Texas, My Partner, Paul Wall,
em who you are!

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

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 stayin' true, chasin paper what it do,
I'm a real motha 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 lookin sick, But 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 funny, like a knock knock joke,
They cramp on my style, cuz I got and power,
My paper as the nile, so how them hatas like me now?

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

I'm a gun holdin, blunt smokin, chasin, ladie banger,
fly boy like a aviator,ha yeah,
I'm you super 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 bread I'm From,
I aint chew get it, I stay with 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,
Every day I in the trying to complete a mad puzzle

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

I'm one hundred, but them other frontin,
They just sideline commentating, we it dumb fuckin,
They sweet as apple pie, as spreadin them lies,
They smile up in face but so quick to jump F___

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

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