Luyện nghe bài hát Real Nigga

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

Lean]
Yeh, say, I don't your money
On the block niggas still got weed and
Stash pot, sold bricks in a car
In the kitchen I'm still it raw
On the I'm still buckin' the law
Fuck that I'll never be the law
I'm takin' ain't goin' back to jail
I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a
I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' mil
H-Town, straight to A-T-L
We gettin' money, we spittin' this money
And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these
I'm takin' shots, a goin' all out
And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a wall out
You better back back, you back up
Before I this fuckin' mack act up
And take ya dome out,
I'm wid the chrome 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
G's, you ain't fuckin wid me