Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, it's Doc, I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo

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

You in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, inferners
Concentration camp, nobody up

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

Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me
'Cause the blunts I light set off smoke alarms
And I stand on the corner my coke 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 bitch, with my dick in her hand
This is the plan, I'm 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, that the streets
I'm the nigga, that'll make outta nigga PJ's

The nigga, smack the shit out the DJ
If he don't give Icarus shit a
Poker flush, y'all 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 unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black
I'm real, I can danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel haters wanna clap mal

I a nigga, eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a
Or a that'll do anythin' 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 like, bitch, get the fuck out my face
I'm real like let me my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste

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

Trigger
Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black gats is the
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for
Christmas I crack Yak, an' Kris with Kringle
funk from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single

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

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

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