Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

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

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

Shorty sipping 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 Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no noise

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

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

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

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day we pop them bottles
is mandatory, what 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
Listenin' close, to every in case they violate
Up in the Apartment 5D
Spark a lea' bout da reed, countin' everything the block see

We 'bout to need to take the corners from cowards
Get it on so can move more coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we rip niggaz
Loaded coated 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
This beast to the mic 1, 2
fed-e-rallies on me

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

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

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