Luyện nghe bài hát Real In My

Tell that pussy nigga take a look at what they done

I got real through my veins
I put VVS's in my
Remain the same, don't change up, no
Most these change up for change
I'm just sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what created
Tell the whole circle look at what they created
Tell the cops they gon' chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made somebody
Now I ain't worry 'bout you, gettin' these fuckin' bouncers
Tell the critics they talkin' 'bout the fuckin' founder
Tell Scott I'm on the way, I'm gettin' fuckin'
your momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it

1]
Came from the to the top, uh
I'm 'bout to rob you rocks, uh
I'm to set up a shop, uh
I'm bout to buy the block, uh
I got for the 'Wop, uh
First nigga me a knot, uh
I put some in the pot, uh
She got on her crotch, uh
purple, but this is not Watson, uh
I that bitch squirt, it's a thot, uh
I turn a lil to a lot, uh
My watch on the floor, a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he out the box, uh
I got a tail on, a fox, uh
I'm banging fire, fox, uh
My get wild, uh
cross on like a pastor
Cooking fish scale no batter-er-er-er
on me like Jerry Springer beezy
I repent for my everyday

I got real through my veins
I put in my chain's
Remain the and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for

2]
You keep playin' and you get off
I to say it but I'm ready for the pop off
Got lil' mama outta talkin' top throat
She said she ready, get it I got combos
I'm junk food, eat me up like mumbos
Beat it up, got me off the top rope
Beat it up, got me slidin' off the sliding
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain't cleaned out
I got my money up and I heard that you want
Nigga moon walkin', Jackson moves
I got latitude, I got
And if you look up at the moon, you'll see my

I got real through my veins
I put in my chain's
the same and change up, no mane
Most these niggas change up for
I'm sayin' tell them pussy niggas take a look at what they done creating
Tell the whole circle look at what they created
Tell the cops gon' start chaos if they raid it
Commandin' war, made somebody
Now I ain't 'bout you gettin' past these fuckin' bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the founder
Tell Scott I'm on the way, I'm fuckin' faded
Call momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it