Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

Fuck who's standin' around get close up and down an'
I done came to get brains
Shoot you in your stomach
Then leave your boxin' full of shit stains

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

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

niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, 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 chicks off Elmo

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

You sharks in the water, avoid the end
We only fuck chicks enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco
Concentration camp, nobody up

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

Yo, don't approach me wrong, little call me 'Smokey-mon'
'Cause the that I light set off smoke alarms
And I stand on the corner 'til my is gone
Niggaz, get they ice picks, poke the don

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

Ic is the man, and I never been to
Got a Japanese bitch, my dick in her hand
This is the plan, I'm to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, I did it again

Skunk I blow, 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 make 3-ways outta PJ's

The nigga, smack the shit out the DJ
If he give Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too
And my gun got cancer, it too much, we

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

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

I look a nigga, eye to eye I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a
Or a bitch that'll do anythin' to get
Or a that'll drop dime on the click

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

I'm a nigga, if I don't get no bigger
I'm five five, knockin' out tall, niggaz
We niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on caliber triggers
hummin', real like Redman's fifth comin'

Trigger
Bastards blunts, bullets, black gats is the lingo
Fuck a jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris with
Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' my nuts witcho' single

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

Mally G's a part of me, Icky 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, fuck

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