Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggas

Bad Boy in' the for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel
My man Don Cee San in' the
What's up Ray, what's up boo?

Sick of screaming that, "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a
Simple and plain, my man me in' a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is we got to do, G"

Got to bang a nigga and a nigga good
So I can cop a and drive the fuck out the hood
baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life swinging rocks and blunts

Hanging the niggas don't pay the bills
And broke and 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that
(Hell yeah, I that shit)

Columbian Dominican, yeah
he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, please,
Blew his brain's out witnesses we don't leave

On the road to and diamond rings
'Cause niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and rings
Real do real things
wit' the niggaz is the song I sing
Real niggaz do things

After mad and gin we had the plan made
I bought my a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade
Mad games, pool and candy
A extra chicken loot be comin' in handy

Check it, got on '95 shit, sold the 5
the 6 Delvecc, copped the Lex, we was set
We no had all in' the projects
Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one could it

We was it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to to thrill me
Said the I killed is out to kill me

as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun
The other had a shottie, I was shootin'
And I missing had to get out this position

Niggas still hitting, feel a hot one in my
Licked six shots, smoked a wit' the mac
The nigga wit' the shottie still busting,
Mighty goals and

All I'm tryin' to do is ya
Two in' the ruger
Booh-yeah, his ass out
Then I out
(Passed out, out)

On the road to the riches and rings
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I
niggaz do real things

On the road to the riches and diamond
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
niggaz do real things

Bad Boy in the house, for the '95
niggas, aight

The said I need about three weeks of recovery
But the is lovin' me
Saying the part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge

Niggas say I died dead in the
Nigga, I'm high getting head on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on half a million
all my niggas, all my guns, all my women

Next two years, I see about a billion
All for the love of drug
Got no love for the side, fuck them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit
All the time, Big kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and how it goes

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real niggaz do real

On the to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things