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

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

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

'Cause we dirty tell them hoes in
We got the room lit up with perfume and mad
And there's video taping bloomin' on the zoomin' lens
on you nondescript niggaz

You're marked for like Colombians 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 Rebirth at you this year baby
It's on

to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, what if there's not
You the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he deserve to make

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

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

From ninth grade to to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
vans, they missed the summers again

Yeah, power to the
to the phonies
This beast to the mic 1, 2
Y'all on me

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

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

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