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 nigga
Let's pay homage to
Let's put the where it's at
10 years never been done this real by

To my seed, may I lead you into no or evil
In the categories of stories I breed my
You the money, blues, blunts, broken 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 won't 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 taping bloomin' ass's on the zoomin'
Rollin' on you nondescript

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

That is 10 years old, 9 1/2 years old
Disciple
The Rebirth at you this year baby
on baby

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them
is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?
You the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he deserve to make

Sippin' liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin' close, to every word in case they
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 can move more coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip
Loaded teflon projectiles'll flip niggaz

From grade to lightweight to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
vans, they missed the summers again

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

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

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

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