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

To my seed, may I lead you into no or evil
In the categories of I breed my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, 22's
Monkey see, do

Shorty sunny 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 taping bloomin' ass's on the lens
Rollin' on you niggaz

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

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

Yeah to the hood, may be the day that we pop them bottles
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 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 da reed, countin' everything the block see

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

From ninth to lightweight to grams to my
Mans with guns in
Police vans, they missed the summers

Yeah, power to the
Death to the
beast to the mic 1, 2 check
Y'all on me

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

My hates that I could run free state to state with hunnies
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 over shoulders

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