Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

Yeah, yeah, on the, on the, on the
On the real, all you crab know the deal

Finally up in this
Let's pay homage to
Let's put the where it's at
10 years been done this real by nobody

To my seed, may I lead you no greed or evil
In the of stories I breed my sequel
You the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
Monkey see, do

Shorty sipping dew
Now it's V S O P in a phantom, mad
Murder trees, gat in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no

'Cause we dirty tell hoes hurry in
We got the room lit up perfume and mad boom
And video taping bloomin' ass's on the zoomin' lens
Rollin' on you niggaz

You're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, up the uwee if you're skilled enough
In will we trust, salute the the nine mili busts

verse is 10 years old, 9 1/2 years old
Street's
The comin' at you this year baby
on baby

Yeah to the hood, may be the day that we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, what if there's not
You the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he deserve to make

clear liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin' close, to word in case they violate
Up in the projects 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin' everything the see

We 'bout to need to take the corners them cowards
Get it on so y'all can more coke powder, by the hour
in case we gotta rip niggaz
Loaded coated projectiles'll flip niggaz

From ninth grade to to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
vans, they missed the summers again

Yeah, to the people
Death to the
This beast to the mic 1, 2
Y'all on me

And they look like you approachin' me like how you,
The F B I see one problem, they try to slump me
the young black male 'cuz he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make crack sales 'cuz deprived and hungry

My country hates that I run free state to state with hunnies
While makin' with real golded plate rims on Hum-V's
The bush stroker, the kush smoker,
Just when you thought it was over look over shoulders

I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em
no stress, smokin' less than I did befo'
You see the kid was broke I spitted vivid expressions of hard
Livin children, of a lesser god, religion was fast women
Expensive cars y'all witnessin' 10 years