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

Got to bang a and bang a nigga good
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 wit' the don't pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a the chills
So what we do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that
(Hell yeah, I seen shit)

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

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

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

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

Check it, got on '95 shit, sold the 5
the 6 Delvecc, copped the Lex, we was set
We no had all in' the projects
Niggas O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it

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

Soon as she on that note, I saw trenchcoat
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun
The other had a shottie, I was everybody
And I missing had to get out this position

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things