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

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

'Cause we dirty them hoes hurry in
We got the room lit up with 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 if you're skilled enough
In will we trust, salute the dead the nine busts

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

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

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

We 'bout to need to take the from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can move coke powder, by the hour
in case we gotta rip niggaz
Loaded teflon coated flip niggaz

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

Yeah, to the people
to the phonies
This to the mic 1, 2 check
Y'all on me

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

My country hates that I could run free to state with hunnies
While makin' with real golded plate rims on Hum-V's
The bush stroker, the kush smoker,
Just when you thought it was over 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 spitted vivid of hard
Livin children, of a lesser god, religion was fast women
Expensive cars y'all over 10 years