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"
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 the fuck out the hood
'Cause screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts

Hanging wit' the don't pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a nigga the
So we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see that
(Hell yeah, I that shit)

Dominican, yeah 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 is the song I sing
Real niggaz do things

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

After mad and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a
Mad games, pool and candy
A little extra chicken loot be in handy

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

We was it up
All the sexy bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to 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 missing had to get out this position

still hitting, feel a hot one in my back
Licked six shots, smoked a nigga the mac
The wit' the shottie still busting, cussing
goals 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 and diamond rings
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I
Real niggaz do things

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

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

The said 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 getting head on the beach
Chillin', on about half a million
all my niggas, all my guns, all my women

Next two years, I could see a billion
All for the of drug dealin'
Got no love for the other side, them 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 and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real
Hanging the niggaz is the song I sing
niggaz do real things

On the road to and diamond rings
Real do real things