Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

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

To my seed, may I lead you no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I breed my
You the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
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 won't me
Up in the Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no noise

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

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

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

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, if there's not tomorrow?
You know the murder rate, jealousy, you 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he don't 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 da reed, countin' everything the block see

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

From ninth grade to lightweight to to my
Mans with in hand
vans, they missed the summers again

Yeah, to the people
to the phonies
This to the mic 1, 2 check
fed-e-rallies on me

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

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

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