Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

Real niggas wit' us
You haters 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
me a cool 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, watch me get
I up with two dimes, both named Nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no

Cats me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin' angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back into my days of
Cornrows, penny and new Dickies

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

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

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

the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, the public
Take my off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you saw out

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

'Cause only real niggas wit' us
You gotta ride the bus
Smoke when my brain gon' bust
account so plush, the fed's on us

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

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

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 shit starter but I be startin' shit
Half the I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin' pissed

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

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

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

I agree wit' em, I exchange with seeds in 'em
Drivin' in the rainiest Rov', TV's in 'em
I'm St. Lou, plus true to the equals I'm real
I'm Hollywood, plus to the heart equals 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 on dubs Lunatics like
And can't kick it wit' us and our blunts tight
We smokin till our gon' bust
Gettin' head in the of the truck, City what up

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

Real ride 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 gotta ride the bus
Smoke when my brain gon' bust
Bank so plush, the fed's on us

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