Luyện nghe bài hát Real Muthaphukkin G's

ahh...Real G's...
ahh..Real G's...
ahh..Real G's...
ahh Real G's
One

Hey Yo doctor, here's another track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the
and let that shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans
when ya talk about sprayin me, the same records ya
is payin me
Dre
Mothafuck
Death Row
Yo, and comes me left blow
''cause i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and is the season
to let the mothafuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup and now yer dapper, but me where the
ya find an anorexic rapper
talkin 'bout who you squabble with and who ya shoot
only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
damn E, they tried to you on Dre Day
But Dre Day met Eazy's pay day
all of a Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his
old album cover he was a she
so nigga please, nigga please don't step to
real G's

(Chorus)stomp him in his
him that i'm ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up?
Yo Dre, what's up?

everyday it a new rapper, claimin to be then
the Dresta, smoother then a bitch but the role of
gangsta, ain't broke a law in ya life, yet every you rap
ye yap about the and knifes, just take a good look
afta nigga, and you'll the fact, that the rasta is
simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the
and the Mental, of niggaz in Compton, Wattz, and South
never once have you ran with the turf, but yet in every verse
claim you to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
to your fuckin work, see you had no buiness, so
save the jerk, niggaz straight kill me
knowin that pranksters, this is going out to
you gangsters,see i did dirt,put in work, and
many niggaz can vouch that, so since i got
I got the right to rap that, but niggaz like you
I gotta hate ya, cuz i'm jus tired of suburbian niggaz talkin
come from projects
knowin ya seen no parts of the streets G
ya tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin khackis and mob ya ryhme, little fag
tried to sag, but butcha floodin at the time,
and ya set don't accecpt ya, scared to kick it homies
cause ya know they don't ya, so nigga please check
nuts ya step to deez, mothafuckin real G's

Three

Well, its the Knock Out, orginal baby gangster
approach me like you hard, mothafucka bank ya
shank ya, my fuckin shank, if i have ta
Dr Dre an Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors
pranksters, studio gangsters,
but this time yer dealin with real motherfuckers
G's, nigga please, try to step
cuz if ya do, den a peeled cap is all that would be
see, young niggaz like me, break ya off somthin,
claimin my city, but Dre you ain't Compton
niggaz like Dogg is what I wanna be's and aint shit compared
to real G's

(chorus)stomp him in his
him that i'm ruthless
Yo Dre, What's up?
Yo Dre, up? *bang*(2x's)

I met an OG who neva did shit wrong
you tried to dis the so now nigga it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, that yall hoggin shit
of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
beatin up a bitch don't make ya shit, but then again niggaz
it makes a man, damn it's a trip
how a nigga could switch so quick from wearin
to smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya yer bigger
but to me you ain't nothin but ass niggas
dat ain't worth a stamp, and at
Row, I hear yer gettin treated like boot camp
gotta follow ya directions, or get yo ass
popped with a and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
stay in your and don't step to real motherfuckin G's

Yo Dre, up? *bang*
boy ya have known by now..
Yo Dre (what's up?)
Boy ya have known by now...
Yo Dre (what's up?)
Boy ya should known by now, Eazy duz it