Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

I reply quickly, of Andres or Crissy
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 make me sick when I roll through y'all
Lookin' like mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' me go back into my days of U-City
Cornrows, penny bros and new

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

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

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

Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta 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 ride and smoke, patna me
If I'm lyin', bad mouth, then crush me
Cus me, lamb, grab the nine and bust me

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

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

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

I hit the jewelry store at noon, case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky, 'cause it read "Twelve"
Well, hell, not a shit 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 wrist
And they be thinkin' you cockblockin' 'cause you her a kiss
I walks over to your and asks her "Who's is this?"
Tell 'em one more time just in he forgets

I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin' be like I, ay, EI, the guy
Nigga hella high, country grammar, "EI"
Fuckin' cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin' none

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 from right
Holdin' a check, got the whole desk like "Murphy's set for life"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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