Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

Real ride wit' us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke till when my brain bust
Bank account so plush, the on us

Real niggas wit' us
You gotta ride the bus
till when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the on us

Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the of Mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
Call me a nigga or a Mr. Refriger
Kids ask me "Mr. can you get and jiggy?"

I reply quickly, of Andres or Crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both named
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies

Cats make me when I roll through y'all city
Lookin' like mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back into my of U-City
Cornrows, bros and new Dickies

Ahh shit, situation looks shitty
I got thang with me, plus I Puff like Diddy
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the with me
So wrap some mo' and hop in the with me

No me rollin', Optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' Range Rov', with matchin' Kangol
Whole hood "Oh", freakin' 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I they want 'em

Not, you see the watch, or G-shot
You hear me four, blocks before you see me, that's the knock
I not speak on that, I speak on Zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my G's back

Salute the rugged, flip screen, you love it
system behind the ten, duckin' the public
Take my off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever saw out

Son the jar out, twist the muskie
Only niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin', bad mouth, slap then me
Cus me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and me

'Cause only real niggas ride us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke till my brain gon' bust
Bank so plush, the fed's on us

niggas ride wit' us
You gotta ride the bus
Smoke till when my brain gon'
Bank so plush, the fed's on us

I'm like the battery, I come through door on a cell
Mr. Energizer, forever to make a mil'
Fuck that Cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
I'm twenty inches of Parelli, wha, up off the wheel

I hit the jewelry at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky, 'cause it still "Twelve"
Well, hell, not a starter but I be startin' some shit
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin' pissed

Me, got they miss, I done, caught they
And they be thinkin' you cockblockin' 'cause you gave her a
I over to your bitch and asks her "Who's is this?"
Tell 'em one more just in case he forgets

I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
be like I, ay, EI, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "EI"
your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin' none

You shoulda' seen this lady's when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm Hollywood, smellin' dank
Lookin' I don't know left from right
a check, got the whole front desk like "Murphy's set for life"

I agree wit' em, I exchange with seeds in 'em
eighty in the rainiest Rov', TV's in 'em
I'm St. Lou, plus true to the equals I'm real
I'm Hollywood, plus true to the heart a mil'

I'm y'all, matter fact I'm killin' myself
In a category with T-Boz, I'm myself
It gets no better, Slo says it gotta get
Gotta get wood, get dubs, we gotta get leather

I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs Lunatics
And haters kick it wit' us and our blunts tight
We smokin our brain gon' bust
Gettin' head in the back of the truck, City up

I'm like only real niggas ride us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the on us

Real niggas wit' us
You haters gotta the bus
till when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the on us

Real niggas wit' us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke till my brain gon' bust
Bank so plush, the fed's on us

niggas ride wit' us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the on us