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 me in' a hooptie
Whispered in his ear "This is we got to do, G"

Got to bang a and bang a nigga good
So I can cop a Benz and the fuck out the hood
'Cause screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life rocks and smoking blunts

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

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

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

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

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

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

We was it up
All the sexy bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to 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 other had a shottie, I was shootin'
And I wasn't 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 still 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 to the riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things
Hanging the niggaz is the song I sing
Real do real things

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

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

The doctor said I need about three of recovery
But the nurses is me
Saying the part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a baths

Niggas say I died 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 could see a billion
All for the love of drug
Got no love for the other side, them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw
Raw flows, and that's how it

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

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things