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 ready for this,
Do you really think you ready for this,
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 an' shot at
From fuckin' round with the
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47

Fuck who's standin' them get close up and down an'
I came here to get brains
Shoot you in your stomach
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, what's that, it's mob in effect
Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach

I told you that talkin' 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, part time for a faggot
Plastic ass chump, you don't no static

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

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

My is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit, it the front
So cha, what 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 that the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco
Concentration camp, turn up

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

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

But they I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady, that'll choke moms
A attitude, that's what I walk without
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you talk 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 done did it

I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, the streets raised
I'm the nigga, that'll make outta nigga PJ's

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

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

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 sense danger and tap
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 bitch that'll do anythin' to get
Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the

Or a fake, rather see me at my wake
Or a tryin' to infilitrate, give me a case
I'm real like, bitch, get the 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 get no bigger
I'm five, still knockin' out tall, niggaz
We real niggaz plottin' on dummies tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber
Bullets hummin', like Redman's fifth comin'

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

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

Mally G's a part of me, slips his ownself Mickies
In crowded armories, fuck 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, bashin' come at it
Beat you the shit that they used to frame the attic
skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty wack