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 homage to
Let's put the where it's at
10 years never been this real 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
see, monkey do

Shorty sipping dew
Now it's V S O P in a phantom, mad
trees, cruisin' gat in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't no noise

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

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

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop bottles
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

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

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

From ninth to lightweight to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
Police vans, they the summers again

Yeah, to the people
to the phonies
This beast to the mic 1, 2
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 he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make crack sales they deprived and hungry

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

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