Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

Finally up in nigga
pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown it's at
10 years never been done this real by

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
Monkey see, do

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

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

You're marked for death 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
Disciple
The Rebirth comin' at you this year
on baby

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

Sippin' clear liquor niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin' close, to every word in they violate
Up in the Apartment 5D
Spark a it's bout da reed, countin' everything the block see

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

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

Yeah, power to the
Death to the
This to the mic 1, 2 check
fed-e-rallies on me

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

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

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