Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

up in this nigga
Let's pay homage to
Let's put the crown where at
10 years never been done this by nobody

To my seed, may I you into no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I breed my
You know the money, blues, blunts, broken
Monkey see, do

sipping sunny dew
Now V S O P in a phantom, mad smoky
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 them hurry in
We got the room lit up with and mad boom
And video taping bloomin' ass's on the zoomin' lens
Rollin' on you nondescript

You're for death like 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 old, 9 1/2 years old
Disciple
The Rebirth comin' at you this baby
It's on

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

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

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

ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my
Mans with guns in
Police vans, they the summers again

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

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

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

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