Luyện nghe bài hát Real Estate

You'll waste time to her, sorta like murder
A duck with the public's rhyme order
I ain't no waiter or of a spectator
Seekin' to find the toys, no flavor

See I'm about those whose vocals ain't comin' off
A skill to at will, but awfully dumb of course
Some go nut, the of the last one
Slower, flower,

who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio
'Cause he a G when you listen to the vocal
I'm not a loco but I'm lookin' 'til punk go, oh
Now you can't see I'm great?
out the story to the glory of the real estate

All these motherfuckers that run up on the Hill
Step off! You know
This shit is all about boo-yaa, I said step off!

This is the crime you you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another mierda on it
Now wishin', fishin' you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I you knew

This was like a dream
you supreme, the king of a minor ?
All for 47, eleven
Got hit with a like a bitch and went to heaven

ducks, duckin' and buckin'
Sayin' "Fukkit", ain't worth pay the ducats
From my public, my subject, I loves it
So go 'head, talk your shit

Suckers, you're nuttin', you'll like a stoker
smoker, can we adjust we choker
Ohh, now you see I'm real great?
Check out the story to the glory of the real

Heh heh heh, another pussy motherfucker
Another fly verse straight the deficit
scripture of B-Real, yeah, get funky, real
This is the Lower Eastside of
You know what I'm sayin', Hill

You flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't paid a plot, for
I won't, yo, I got a lot of what I gotcha
Plus I taught ya, the on the top of

Everythin' you know, you can't do no
Damage or though aiyyo, 'cause our crew now
The Real is the and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the skiers

I ain't nuttin' like a joke, get stoned, get
And choke off, the I cook off
The dialectic,
Chew slower or become statistic

Ohh, now you can't see I'm real
Check out the story to the of the real estate

Yo, I told you to down brother
The motherfuckers don't learn nothin' G, wake up Hill
They keep goin' back to the old school
So they keep out, 'cause they're just not real
Ha yeah, that's right

Yes the master pass, kick ass
And combustion, for the dope blast
'Cause you're on my property, get off it G
Get caught up, you get shot up

See, will be prosecuted
by the reputed, undisputed, Cypress
Not so, no no sellout
You ain't got enough to shell out

Well, I'm in front, and yo, I great
Check out the story to the glory of the estate

Yeah, roaches come in but don't come out G
Don't on the Hill, that's right
Get off the estate, get off the real estate
Get off the estate, get off the real estate