Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

Is the I sing
niggaz do real things
Hangin' the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do things

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggaz do real
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 'til spring
Real do real things, check

We started out makin', time bacon
Two little niggaz bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin'
Get clothin' and big cheddar, it gets better
We had no knowledge of this shit, we just was whatever

In front of your buildin' clockin', thought I was makin' a
Right in front of your children, in my side pocket
They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the I used to
Look up to, take it or it, fuck you

In parts of the planet, Oakland to New York
I'm hollerin' Lifetimes', he 'Life's Too Short'
Parallel lives and jewels held
To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your

You know how the game goes, to get G's
And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same
Get your shit scarred with my sick squad
Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge

On the to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real
Hangin' with the honies is the song I
Real niggaz do things

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggaz do real
Bustin' my toast off the drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real

So now you own a label, I got one too
We on a roll now, can't nobody our crew
You can treat us convicts, you know we got records
On the shelf and on the charts the double

The fat house down the block, belongs to me
You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my
I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and my ways
So I can get

I see the same old shit, I see in the streets
I know you think I'm keys but I only sell beats
music, it's drug related
You can buy it on the corner, get a and play it

It sounds better when you turn it up loud
Rap music, let these motherfuckers know what we
I these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggaz
It's like in the streets main, how much you get?

On the road to riches, and diamond
Real do real things
Hangin' the honies is the song I sing
niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and rings
Real niggaz do real
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof spring
Real niggaz do real

That's right, I been a hustler for a long
Always got the right beats, never wrong rhymes
I off with nothing ended up with everything
Now we sip in first class on every plane

Ask Jay-Z, he know I'm sayin'
Always see me at the and yes I'm goin' again
There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me
Fine women, a big house, a truck and a

Now peep, how sweet, niggaz can get
Put beef aside, the and Westside connect
Short Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo'
I got love for y'all motherfuckers, y'all don't know

I know got a thing for them rag six-fo's
I like the five speed drops, pop the clutch go
If you want it, keep ballin', and if you stop
I want Biggie to in peace, as well as 'Pac, how real is that?

On the road to riches and rings
niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggaz do real
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 'til spring
Real niggaz do real

And I'm out, Beyotch, Short Dawg's in the
Jigga, much love, Short Dawg, get your main
All the way from the West
Uhh, how is that