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

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

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

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

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

That is 10 years old, 9 1/2 years old
Disciple
The comin' at you this year baby
on baby

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them
This is mandatory, what if 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' clear liquor with niggaz, that 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 projectiles'll niggaz

From ninth grade to to grams to my
with guns in hand
Police vans, they the summers again

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

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

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