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"
to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
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 bang a nigga
So I can cop a Benz and drive the out the hood
'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your 12 months"
live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts

Hanging wit' the niggas pay the bills
And being 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, 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 riches and diamond
'Cause real do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I
Real niggaz do things

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

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

it, got on some '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 bitches stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the 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 had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't had to get out this position

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

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

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

Niggas say I dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm high getting head on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on about a million
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 love for the other side, fuck tricks
Any repurcussion, M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and how it goes

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

On the road to and diamond rings
niggaz do real things