Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

Real niggaz, yeah, yeah,
Real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, niggaz, yeah, 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 sweeper, nigga
Quick to leave your block shook an' shot at
fuckin' round with the Midack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47

Fuck who's standin' around them get up and down an'
I done here to get brains
Shoot you in your stomach
Then leave your boxin' shorts full of stains

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But know 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 been to
Got a Japanese bitch, with my 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 out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, that the raised
I'm the nigga, that'll make 3-ways nigga PJ's

The nigga, that'll smack the out the DJ
If he don't give Icarus 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 have balls unlike some who act hard
I was ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense and tap calls
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 bitch that'll do to get rich
Or a that'll drop dime on the click

Or a fake, rather see me at my wake
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, still knockin' out tall, niggaz
We real plottin' on dummies with tall figures
niggaz. hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin', real Redman's fifth comin'

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

the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is Hey, with the Gay-G
My thugs on the street 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
be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that

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