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
up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?

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

Hanging the niggas don't 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 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 witnesses we don't

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

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

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

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

We was it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't givin' it up
Same bitches dick tryin' to dress to thrill 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 had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I missing had to get out this position

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

All I'm to do is shoot ya
Two in' the ruger
Booh-yeah, his ass out
Then I out
(Passed out, out)

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

On the road to the and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
Real 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
the best part of the day is my half
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', sittin' on about half a
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my

Next two years, I could see about a
All for the of drug dealin'
Got no love for the other side, fuck them
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 rings
Real niggaz do things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real niggaz do things

On the road to and diamond rings
niggaz do real things