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, what's up

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 Benz and 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 nigga the
So what we gotta do is creep and see a vic
Yo, you see that
(Hell yeah, I seen shit)

Columbian Dominican, whateva
he was, he had it tucked 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
'Cause real niggaz do real
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real do real things

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

After mad blunts and gin we had the made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a
Mad games, pool and candy
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 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 ain't givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to me
the niggaz 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 had a shottie, I was shootin' 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 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
I passed out
(Passed out, out)

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

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

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

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

Next two years, I see about a billion
All for the of drug dealin'
Got no love for the side, fuck 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 riches and diamond
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real niggaz do things

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real