Luyện nghe bài hát Real Nigga

[Lil'
Lord have Jesus Christ
I know I'm wrong but I'm tryna do right
I hustle day to day and night to
Cause I'm tryna get paid
Y'all don't know about my rap
Alotta rappers use my
Just so they can the stores off the chain
But nobody feelin' that shit
You on ya tape nigga where's ya hit
No skits on my I got shit that's heated
I do shit you know shit be complete
It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy
But hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain
Iced out yellow in the middle
Colourful rainbows is lookin' skittles
I scratch and I scribble in my notepad I'm feelin' mad
Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be bad
I used to have go half on my money
Now I got a money machine that help me count my
I'm ballin' for real, all in my grill
We turned 'em but they still callin' for real

Lean]
Yeh, say, I don't need money
On the block still got weed and money
Stash pot, sold bricks in a car
In the kitchen I'm touchin' it raw
On the highway I'm buckin' the law
that I'll never be duckin' the law
I'm takin' ain't goin' back to jail
I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a
I'm shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil
From H-Town, straight to
We gettin' this money, we spittin' this
And if you run up then we splittin' these dummies
I'm takin' shots, a nigga all out
And if I hit ya I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out
You better back back, you better up
I make this fuckin' mack act up
And ya dome out, nigga
I'm comin' wid the boss, trigga
I'm from the town where make ya lay it down
up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds

Last real alive
Clover G's, you ain't wid me