Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

niggaz, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real niggaz, yeah, niggaz, yeah, real 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 see if you ready for this

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

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

You're, bitch maid, you a gangsta, you a sucker ass
These niggaz, scared of bark, but bitch I touch ass
And bust back, what's that, it's mob in effect
Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach

I told you that wasn't shit to me
So be more specific 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 for a faggot
ass chump, you don't want no static

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady, choke their moms
A attitude, that's what I don't walk
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just about

Ic is the man, and I been to Japan
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, then off to the I go
Pull the out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, that the raised
I'm the nigga, that'll 3-ways outta nigga PJ's

The nigga, that'll smack the out the DJ
If he don't Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz too much
And my gun got cancer, it too much, we

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

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

I look a nigga, eye to eye 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 that'll drop on the click

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

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

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

Who's the scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is Hey, with the after
My thugs on the street with the heat, 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 crowded armories, fuck with
You're a dead man at the
be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that

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