Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

up in this nigga
Let's pay homage to
put the crown where it's at
10 never been done this real by nobody

To my seed, may I lead you into no or evil
In the categories of I breed my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, broken
see, monkey do

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

'Cause we dirty tell them hoes in
We got the room lit up with perfume and mad
And there's video taping bloomin' on the zoomin' lens
Rollin' on you nondescript

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

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

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them
This is mandatory, what if not tomorrow?
You the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm cheddar, he don't deserve to make

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

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

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

Yeah, power to the
Death to the
This to the mic 1, 2 check
Y'all on me

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

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

I'm 30 now, sip drinks and sip 'em slow
Motto no stress, smokin' than I did befo'
You see the kid was broke till I vivid expressions of hard
Livin ghetto children, of a lesser god, was fast women
Expensive cars witnessin' over 10 years