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 years never been done this by nobody

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

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

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

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

That verse is 10 old, 9 1/2 years old
Disciple
The Rebirth comin' at you this year
on baby

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

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

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

From ninth grade to to grams to my
with guns in hand
Police vans, they missed the again

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

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

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

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