Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta it
Navigational behind the ten, duckin' the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds you ever saw out

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

only real niggas ride wit' us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke till when my brain gon'
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

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

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

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

I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
be like I, ay, EI, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, grammar, yellin "EI"
Fuckin' your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin'

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

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

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

I'm like, what, real roll 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 back of the truck, City up

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

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

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

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