Luyện nghe bài hát Real Estate

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

See I'm talkin' about those whose vocals comin' off
A to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course
go nut, the power of the last one
Slower, flower,

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

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

This is the crime you find you're not an
Doggone it, gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin', you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think you

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

Weak ducks, and buckin'
Sayin' "Fukkit", ain't worth damn pay the
my public, my favorite subject, I loves it
So go 'head, your punk shit

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

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

You flamboyant, a toy boy on it
Ain't a plot, for un-em-b-boyment
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
or duel though aiyyo, 'cause our crew now
The Real is the and you can see this
G-ness dialogue, of the real

I ain't nuttin' a joke, get stoned, get smoked
And off, the hypes I cook off
The dialectic,
Chew or become another statistic

Ohh, now you see I'm real great?
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Yo, I told you to down brother
The motherfuckers just don't learn G, wake up Hill
They gotta keep goin' to the old school
So they keep goin out, they're just not real
Ha yeah, that's fool

Yes the master pass, kick ass
And feel combustion, for the 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 ducats to out

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

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