Luyện nghe bài hát Real in My Veins

Tell that pussy nigga a look at what they done created

I got runnin' through my veins
I put in my chains
Remain the same, change up, no mane
these niggas change up for change
I'm just sayin' tell pussy
niggas take a look at they created
Tell the whole circle look at what done created
Tell the cops they gon' chaos if they raid it
Commanding war, made bleed
Now I ain't worry 'bout you, past these fuckin' bouncers
Tell the critics that they talkin' 'bout the fuckin'
Tell I'm on the way, I'm gettin' fuckin' faded
Call momma Thugger, tell her that you fuckin' made it

from the ground to the top, uh
I'm to rob you some rocks, uh
I'm to set up a shop, uh
I'm to buy back the block, uh
I got for the 'Wop, uh
First gave me a knot, uh
I put some in the pot, uh
She got on her crotch, uh
It's purple, but is not Watson, uh
I make that bitch squirt, a thot, uh
I turn a lil 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 on like a pastor
Cooking scale with no batter-er-er-er
Chains on me like Springer beezy
I repent for my everyday

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

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

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