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 Michelle Ray, up boo?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check it, got on some '95 shit, 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 stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
the niggaz I killed is out to kill me

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

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

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
Real niggaz do things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
niggaz do real things

On the road to the and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
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 part of the day is my half
Feedin' me and givin' me a sponge baths

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

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

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

On the road to riches and rings
Real niggaz do real