Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

up in this nigga
Let's pay homage to
put the crown where it's at
10 years never done this 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
Monkey see, do

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

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

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

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

Yeah to the hood, may be the day that 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 don't deserve to

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

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

From ninth grade to to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
Police vans, missed the summers again

Yeah, power to the
to the phonies
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, they try to me
After the black male 'cuz 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 on Hum-V's
The bush stroker, the kush smoker,
Just when you it was over look over your shoulders

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