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 Ray, what's 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 and drive the fuck out the hood
'Cause screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live swinging rocks and smoking blunts

wit' 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 shit?
(Hell yeah, I seen shit)

Columbian Dominican, whateva
Whoever he was, he had it 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 real niggaz do things
Hanging the niggaz is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real

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

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

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 stop it

We was it up
All the sexy young bitches stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to me
Said the niggaz I 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

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

All I'm to do is shoot 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 do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I
Real niggaz do things

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

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

The doctor I need about three weeks of recovery
But the is lovin' me
the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and me a sponge baths

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

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. clips
All the time, Big kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and how it goes

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

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggaz do real