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 Michelle Ray, up boo?

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

Got to bang a nigga and bang a good
So I can cop a and drive the fuck out the hood
baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life swinging and smoking blunts

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

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

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

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

After mad blunts and gin we had the made
I bought my a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade
Mad games, tables and candy
A little chicken 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 stop it

We was it up
All the young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up
bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the niggaz I is out to kill me

as she smoked 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 wasn't missing had to get out this

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

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

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

The doctor said I need three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is me
Saying the best part of the day is my
Feedin' me and givin' me a sponge baths

Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting getting head on the beach
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, them tricks
Any repurcussion, M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and how it goes

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

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggaz do things