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

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

Shorty sunny dew
Now it's V S O P in a phantom, mad
Murder trees, 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 hoes hurry in
We got the room lit up with and mad boom
And there's video taping bloomin' on the zoomin' lens
Rollin' on you nondescript

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

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

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

Sippin' clear liquor with niggaz, that talk
Listenin' close, to word in case they violate
Up in the projects 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, everything the block see

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

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

Yeah, power to the
to the phonies
This beast to the mic 1, 2
fed-e-rallies on me

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

My country hates I could run free state to state with hunnies
While cake with real golded plate rims on Hum-V's
The bush stroker, the 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 than I did
You see the kid was broke till I spitted vivid of hard
Livin ghetto children, of a lesser god, religion was fast
Expensive cars witnessin' over 10 years