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 Ray, whats up boo?

One:
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
in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"
Got to bang a nigga and bang a good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the out the hood
Cause screaming "Your daughter 12 months"
live life slinging rocks and smoking blunts
Hanging wit the dont pay the bills
And being at thirty give a nigga the chills
So we got to do is creep
we see a sweet vic
Did you see that

Columbian Dominican, whateva
he was, he had it tucked under the leather
Two keys,
20 G's,
please,
blew his brains out cause we don't leave

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

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

Verse
After mad and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib and bought the an arcade
mad games, pool tables, and
a little extra trick'n loot be comin
it, got on some '95 shit
sold the 5 the 6
Del vet the lex, we was set
had work all in the projects
niggas o's he kept the profit
no one could it
we was it up
all the sexy young stressin,
up
same bitches dick
tryin their best to me
said the niggas i is out to kill me
as she smoked on that note
I saw
One had a mac spittin,
all I saw was gun
The had a shottie,
I was everybody
And I wasn't
Had to get out this
Niggas still
Feelin hot in my back
Licked six shots, a nigga wit the mac
The nigga wit the shottie busting
cussing, maricon's and
all i'm do is shoot ya
Two shots in the

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

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

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

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

Biggie talks to someone about

Three:
The doctor I need about 3 weeks of recovery
But the is lovin me
Saying the part of the day is my half
Feeding me breakfast and me a sponge bath
Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, Im getting getting head on the beach

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

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

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggas do real