Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

Real niggaz, yeah, yeah,
Real niggaz, yeah, niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, yeah

Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers for this, c'mon
Do you really you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for

I be the sweeper, nigga
Quick to leave whole block shook an' shot at
From fuckin' round with the
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47

Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and an'
I done here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your
Then leave your boxin' shorts full of stains

You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a ass
These niggaz, scared of your bark, but bitch I ass
And bust back, what's that, face mob in effect
With Icarus, Reggie, and Treach

I told you that talkin' wasn't to me
So bitch be more when you spit for me
It ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a
Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a
Plastic ass chump, you want no static

Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder,
niggaz, yo, real niggaz

Yo, yo, yo, Funk Doc, I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, elbow kid
I fuck off Elmo Flicks

My is off safety, tongue the gun
to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
So what cha, cha wanna, yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed, an' eatin'

You sharks in the water, the deep end
We only fuck chicks that the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco
Concentration camp, turn up

I roll up a X came with kits
you with nightmares, Dana Dane was with
I can train yo' bitch, with a an' whip
It blow the block down I change the clip

Yo, approach me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon'
'Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke
And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is
Niggaz, wanna get they ice picks, the don

But know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady, that'll their moms
A attitude, that's what I don't without
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just about

Ic is the man, and I never to Japan
Got a Japanese bitch, with my dick in her
is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, I done did it

I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, out foe
I'm the nigga, the streets raised
I'm the nigga, that'll 3-ways outta nigga PJ's

The nigga, smack the shit out the DJ
If he don't give Icarus shit a
Poker flush, niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it too much, we

Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder,
Real niggaz, yo, niggaz

First of all, you gotta have balls unlike who act hard
I was ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters wanna mal

I a nigga, eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a or a freak
Or a bitch that'll do to get rich
Or a snitch drop dime on the click

Or a fake, that'll rather see me at my
Or a Jake to infilitrate, give me a case
I'm real like, bitch, get the out my face
I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, you a taste

I'm a real nigga, if I get no bigger
I'm five five, knockin' out tall, niggaz
We real plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on caliber triggers
Bullets hummin', like Redman's fifth comin'

Trigger
Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black is the lingo
Fuck a jolly jingle, old break for Bingo
Christmas time I Yak, an' Kris with Kringle
Gettin' funk from an' scratch my nuts witcho' single

Who's the game scratcher minus the rap
is Hey, with the Gay-G after
My on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them D.M. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me

Mally G's a part of me, slips his ownself Mickies
In armories, fuck with Redman
You're a man at the robbery
You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, that

I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, brains come at it
you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty nasty