Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

I told you talkin' wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific 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
Plastic ass chump, you 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' parkin' to, jump
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 cha, what cha wanna, yo, my boys is beastie
We up untamed, unemployed an' eatin'

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

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

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

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

Ic is the man, and I never been to
Got a Japanese bitch, with my 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
the pump out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, that the streets
I'm the nigga, that'll make 3-ways outta nigga

The nigga, that'll the shit 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

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 out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when wanna clap mal

I a nigga, eye to eye when 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 rather see me at my
Or a tryin' 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 knockin' out tall,
We niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on caliber triggers
Bullets hummin', real Redman's fifth comin'

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

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

Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his 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, brains come at it
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the
skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty wack