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 for this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they know I got a gun big as arm
And I know a old lady, that'll choke moms
A attitude, that's what I don't without
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just about

Ic is the man, and I never 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

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 nigga PJ's

The nigga, smack the shit out the DJ
If he give 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

First of all, you gotta have unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my black balls
I'm real, I can sense and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters 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 that'll drop dime on the click

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

I'm a real nigga, if I don't get no
I'm five five, knockin' out tall, niggaz
We niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber
hummin', real like Redman's fifth comin'

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

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

G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies
In crowded armories, fuck Redman
You're a dead man at the
You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, that

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