Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

Finally up in this
Let's pay to Illmatic
Let's put the crown 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 stories I my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, 22's
see, monkey do

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

'Cause we dirty tell them 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 like Colombians with bad coke gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled
In will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili

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

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them
This is mandatory, what if there's not
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 with niggaz, talk sideways
Listenin' close, to every in case they violate
Up in the projects 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin' the block see

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

From ninth grade to lightweight to to my
with guns in hand
Police vans, missed the summers again

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

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

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

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 ghetto children, of a god, religion was fast women
Expensive cars y'all over 10 years