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

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

Fuck who's standin' around get close 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 a gangsta, you a sucker ass
These niggaz, of your bark, but bitch I touch ass
And back, what's that, it's face mob in effect
Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they know I got a gun big as 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 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 did it again

Skunk I blow, off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, out foe
I'm the nigga, the streets raised
I'm the nigga, that'll make 3-ways outta PJ's

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

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

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

I look a nigga, eye to eye when I
I'm transparent, I can see if you a or a freak
Or a bitch that'll do anythin' to get
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 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 five, still out tall, niggaz
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, black gats is the
a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
Christmas time I 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 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, Icky slips his ownself
In crowded armories, fuck Redman
You're a dead man at the
be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that

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