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

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

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

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

On the road to riches and rings
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
niggaz 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 tables and
A little extra chicken be comin' in handy

Check it, got on some '95 shit, 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 ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the niggaz I killed is out to me

Soon as she 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 missing had to get out this position

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

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

On the road to the 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
Real do real things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
Real niggaz do things

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

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

Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the
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 love of drug
Got no love for the other side, fuck them
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. 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 is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggaz do things