Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of Mississippi
I thangs, make bread, easy like Jiffy
Call me a nigga or a Mr. Refriger
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 two dimes, both named Nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no

Cats make me sick when I roll through city
Lookin' like mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back 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 with me
So some mo' and hop in the Range with me

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

Not, you see the watch, Rollie or
You me four, five 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 my eight G's back

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

Son break the jar out, twist the
real 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 wit' us
You haters gotta the bus
Smoke till when my gon' bust
account so plush, the fed's on us

Real niggas ride us
You haters gotta the bus
till 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, forever ready to make a
Fuck that Cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
I'm smokin' inches 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 starter but I be some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the gettin' pissed

Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And they be thinkin' you 'cause you gave her a kiss
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, guy, the chinky eye
be like I, ay, EI, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, grammar, yellin "EI"
Fuckin' your pie, forty-nine, not gettin' none

You seen this lady's face when 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 front desk like "Murphy's set for life"

I wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin' 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 heart equals a

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

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

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

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

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

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