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, up boo?

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

Hanging wit' the niggas pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a nigga the
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 under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, please,
Blew his brain's out 'cause witnesses we leave

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

On the to riches and diamond rings
Real do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I
Real 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 extra chicken loot be comin' in handy

Check it, got on some '95 shit, 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 stop it

We was it up
All the sexy young ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to me
Said the niggaz I 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

Niggas hitting, feel a hot one in my back
six shots, smoked a nigga wit' the mac
The nigga the shottie 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 road to the riches and diamond
Real niggaz do real
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
Real do real things

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

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

The doctor said I 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

Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the
Chillin', sittin' on about a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my

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. clips
All the time, Big Poppa the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it

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

On the road to riches and rings
Real do real things