Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

Finally up in this
Let's pay homage to
Let's put the where it's at
10 years never 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, broken
see, monkey do

Shorty sipping dew
Now V S O P in a phantom, mad smoky
Murder trees, cruisin' gat in the stash so it poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, make no noise

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

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

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

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

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

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

From ninth grade to to grams to my
Mans with in hand
Police vans, they missed the again

Yeah, power to the
Death to the
This to the mic 1, 2 check
fed-e-rallies on me

And they look you approachin' me like how you, homie?
The F B I see only one problem, they try to me
After the young black '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 makin' cake real golded plate rims on Hum-V's
The bush stroker, the smoker, nigga
Just when you thought it was over look over your

I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and sip 'em
Motto no stress, smokin' less than I did
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