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?

Sick of mama 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 baby-mama screaming, "Your 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 the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a vic
Yo, you see that
(Hell yeah, I that shit)

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

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

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

After mad blunts and gin we had the plan
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 ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick to dress to thrill me
the niggaz I killed is out to kill me

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

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

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

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

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

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

The doctor said I about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is me
Saying the part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a baths

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

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

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

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things