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 to Illmatic
put the crown where it's at
10 years never been done this by nobody

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

sipping 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 Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't no noise

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

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

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

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

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

We 'bout to need to take the corners from cowards
Get it on so y'all can move coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip
teflon 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 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 one problem, they try to slump me
After the black male 'cuz he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make crack sales 'cuz they and hungry

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

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