Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

Finally up in this
Let's pay homage to
Let's put the crown it's at
10 years been done this real by nobody

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

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

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

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

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 be the day that we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, if there's not tomorrow?
You know the murder rate, jealousy, you 'em say
He say, she say, I'm cheddar, he don't deserve to make

Sippin' clear liquor with niggaz, that sideways
close, to every 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 more coke powder, by the hour
in case we gotta rip niggaz
Loaded teflon coated flip niggaz

From ninth grade to lightweight to to my
Mans with in hand
Police vans, they missed the again

Yeah, power to the
to the phonies
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 deprived and hungry

My country hates that I could run state to state with hunnies
While makin' cake with real golded 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 drinks and sip 'em
no stress, smokin' less than I did befo'
You see the kid was broke till I spitted vivid of hard
ghetto children, of a lesser god, religion was fast women
Expensive cars y'all witnessin' 10 years