Luyện nghe bài hát Real In My

Tell that pussy nigga take a look at they done created

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

1]
Came the ground 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
nigga gave 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 make that squirt, it's a thot, uh
I a lil bitch to a lot, uh
My on the floor, need a mop, uh
Rob Jack if he out the box, uh
I got a on, it's a fox, uh
I'm that fire, fox, uh
My get wild, uh
Bloody cross on a pastor
Cooking fish scale no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Springer beezy
I for my sins everyday

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

2]
You keep and you get knocked off
I hate to say it but I'm for the pop off
Got lil' mama outta drum talkin' top
She said she ready, get it I got combos
I'm talkin' junk food, eat me up like
Beat it up, got me hoppin' off the top
Beat it up, got me off the sliding board
Leave it stuck, man lil shawty ain't cleaned out
I got my money up and I heard that you some
Nigga moon walkin', Michael Jackson
I got latitude, I got
And if you look up at the moon, see my attitude

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