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 it's at
10 years never done this real by nobody

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

sipping sunny dew
Now V S O P in a phantom, mad smoky
trees, cruisin' 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 lit up with perfume and mad boom
And there's taping bloomin' ass's on the zoomin' lens
Rollin' on you nondescript

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, power to the
Death to the
beast to the mic 1, 2 check
Y'all 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 young male 'cuz he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make crack 'cuz they deprived and hungry

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

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