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
and plain, my man scooped me in' a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is we got to do, G"

Got to bang a nigga and a nigga good
So I can cop a and drive the fuck out the hood
'Cause screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life 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 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 'cause witnesses we don't

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

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

After mad blunts and gin we had the made
I bought my a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade
Mad games, pool tables and
A little extra loot 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 work all in' the
Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one could it

We was it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to me
Said the I killed 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 shootin'
And I wasn't had to get out this position

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

All I'm tryin' to do is 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
wit' the niggaz is the song I sing
Real niggaz do things

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

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

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

Niggas say I 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 see about a billion
All for the of drug dealin'
Got no love for the other side, fuck them
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 real
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and rings
Real do real things