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

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

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

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, face mob in effect
Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach

I you that talkin' wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you 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
ass chump, you don't want no static

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

Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you
P P P in the an' they parkin' to, jump
borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off 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 grew up untamed, unemployed an'

You sharks in the water, avoid the end
We only fuck chicks enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, inferners
Concentration camp, turn up

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

Yo, don't me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon'
the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms
And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is
Niggaz, get they ice picks, poke 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 walk without
Nigga, I'ma for it, you just talk about

Ic is the man, and I never been to
Got a Japanese bitch, with my dick in her
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, then off to the I go
the pump out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, that the 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 give Icarus shit a
Poker flush, y'all niggaz too much
And my gun got cancer, it too much, we

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

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 when 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, rather see me at my wake
Or a Jake tryin' to infilitrate, give me a
I'm real like, bitch, get the 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 forty caliber
Bullets hummin', real like Redman's fifth

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

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

Mally G's a of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies
In crowded armories, fuck with
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
Rusty and trusty, wack nasty