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 house,
whats up Michelle Ray, whats up

One:
Sick of screaming that "Get a job, nigga"
to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man me in a hooptie
Wispered in his ear "This is we got to do, G"
Got to bang a 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 life slinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the niggas dont pay the
And being broke at thirty give a the chills
So we got to do is creep
we see a sweet vic
Did you see that

Columbian Dominican, yeah
Whoever he was, he had it under the leather
Two keys,
20 G's,
please,
blew his brains out cause witnesses we leave

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

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggas do things
Hanging wit the bitches is the song I
Real do real things

Verse
After mad blunts and gin we had the made
I bought my wifey a crib and bought the mafia an
mad games, tables, and candy
a little extra trick'n loot be comin
check it, got on '95 shit
sold the 5 the 6
Del vet the lex, we was set
Neno had work all in the
niggas o's he kept the profit
no one stop it
we was it up
all the young bitches stressin,
up
same bitches suckin'
tryin best to threw me
said the niggas i is out to kill me
Soon as she smoked on note
I saw
One had a mac spittin,
all I saw was gun
The had a shottie,
I was shootin
And I wasn't
Had to get out position
Niggas still
Feelin hot ones in my
Licked six shots, smoked a wit the mac
The wit the shottie still busting
cussing, and puta's
all i'm tryna do is ya
Two shots in the

his ass out
Then I out (passed out, passed out)

On the road to the riches and diamond
Real niggas do things
Hanging wit the niggas is the song I
Real niggas do things

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

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

talks to someone about Lil'Ceaser

Verse
The doctor said I need 3 weeks of recovery
But the is lovin me
the best part of the day is my half
Feeding me and giving me a sponge bath
say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, Im getting high getting head on the

Sitting on half a million
all my niggas,
All my guns,
All my
Next two years, I should see about a
All for the of drug dealin
Got no love for the side,
them tricks
Any repurcussion,
Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit
All the
Big Poppa kick the raw
raw
And thats how it

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

On the road to riches and rings
Real niggas do things