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 Ray, what's up boo?

of mama screaming that, "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a
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 screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life rocks and smoking blunts

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

Dominican, yeah whateva
Whoever he was, he had it under 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 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
wit' the niggaz is the song I sing
Real do real things

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

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

We was it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' it up
Same bitches suckin' tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the niggaz I killed is out to me

Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw
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 this

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

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

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

On the road to the and diamond 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
Real niggas,

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

Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high 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, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clips
All the time, Big Poppa the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it

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

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real