Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check it, got on '95 shit, sold the 5
Bought the 6 Delvecc, 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 ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the niggaz I killed is out to me

Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun
The had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missing had to get out this

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

All I'm to do is shoot ya
Two shots in' the
Booh-yeah, his ass out
I passed out
(Passed out, out)

On the road to the riches and diamond
Real do real things
Hanging the niggaz is the song I sing
niggaz do real things

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

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

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

Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high head on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on about half a
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my

Next two years, I could see about a
All for the of drug dealin'
Got no love for the other side, them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw
Raw flows, and that's how it

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

On the to riches and diamond rings
niggaz do real things