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

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

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

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

I told you that talkin' 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 thug for a
ass chump, you don't want no static

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

Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I you knew
P P P in the back an' they to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, elbow kid
I chicks 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 up untamed, unemployed an' eatin'

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

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

Yo, approach me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon'
'Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke
And I on the corner 'til my coke is gone
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, choke their moms
A attitude, that's what I walk without
Nigga, time for it, you just talk about

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

Skunk I blow, then off to the I go
Pull the pump out slow, out foe
I'm the nigga, that the 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 Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too
And my gun got cancer, it too much, we

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

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

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

Or a fake, that'll see me at my wake
Or a Jake tryin' to infilitrate, give me a
I'm real like, bitch, get the fuck out my
I'm real 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 tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber
Bullets hummin', like Redman's fifth comin'

Treach
Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, gats is the lingo
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches for Bingo
Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris Kringle
Gettin' from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single

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

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