Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggas Do Real Things

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uh huh yo
This out to you(mega) LA DC the Queens and Brooklyn Crew
VA Atlanta, niggas uptown too. (uh huh) Yea Exclusive
You know how we do it kiko, Muthafuckin Cormega settin it

Yo, to my enemies, I no sympathy
Lay forever, with my tre-ocho, spray loco
United we stand, divided we
In spite of it all, I am the illest nigga,
keepin it real with
in my lungs, Henny fill my liver
Its on now, better get gone now
Or get torn down, with 4-Pounds my kick doors down
My dreamim for cream, we can all

Chorus:

On the road to the and diamond rings
Real niggas do real
Iam rappin for the in the songs I sing
'cause niggas do real things

On the road to the and diamond rings
Real do real things
Iam Rappin over by B.I.G.
'cause niggas do real things

Alota time friends are foes now
now to my four-pound
No rock tote on my
Your closed now
Dedicated to those who, made it
Fuck who froze while interrogated.
Picture me giving the cops a victory by
I'd rather be in
Doin life, with you runnin though my wife
Fuck it Iam down forever do her right
I go my nine go
My eyes low, hydro
My glow, fuck 5-0
Yo, let me think a minute, my jeep
The heat is in it, I better slow
I aint wit bein, printed in a cell
Henny got me bent as hell, Usually I mix it ginger ale
I pass, where niggas fail, I stab for bail
I flash the wicked el, to ya niggas, down like what

(x2)
(Real niggas do things, ya know
I its time for me go, Iam out kiko
Nah son, one more for BK. Ok it out)

Yo, QBC it be me C-O-R-M-E-G-A, get it
Also known as the Montana
Wit banana clips, ya man up
My rhymes got ya ya plan up
I a leave a innefect with inelect
The LX or GS, my procedure be
Competition be ??? like D'z hittin the
Wit no left (stupid)
at your bitch she wet
She do me because,
Iam over Biggie rockin a Kool G.
Well this, I got Colombians money
In the bed I hit your in
No love for cops cause my is on the run again
the rhyme, I got the shit locked liked prison time
And '98 is to late Iam gettin

Yea Kiko
Say No