Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

Kyjuan's a hippy, cross the bridgy 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, bottle of Andres or
backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both Nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies

Cats me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin' like angry mad, face mad, teeth
You gon' me go back into my days of U-City
Cornrows, bros 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 me rollin', Optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' Rov', mink with matchin' Kangol
Whole hood like "Oh", freakin' 'em out they
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know want 'em

Not, you see the watch, Rollie or
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 shit or give my eight G's

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me, got they miss, I done, they wrist
And be thinkin' you cockblockin' 'cause you gave 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, guy, the chinky eye
Comin' be I, ay, EI, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "EI"
your cutie 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' I don't know left from right
Holdin' a check, got the front desk like "Murphy's set for life"

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

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

I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs like
And haters can't kick it wit' us and our tight
We smokin till our brain bust
head in the back of the truck, City what up

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

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

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

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