Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

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

You're, bitch maid, you a gangsta, you a sucker ass
These niggaz, scared of 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 wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you for me
It shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick
Disease, you lil' maggot, time thug for a faggot
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 thought you
P P P in the back an' they to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy kid
I fuck chicks off Flicks

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

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

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

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

But they I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady, that'll their moms
A attitude, that's what I walk without
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you talk 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 done did it

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

The nigga, that'll smack the out the DJ
If he don't give shit a replay
Poker flush, niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it too much, we

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

First of all, you gotta have unlike some who act hard
I was ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense danger and tap
I'm real, I when haters wanna 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 to get rich
Or a snitch that'll drop on the click

Or a fake, that'll see me at my wake
Or a Jake tryin' to infilitrate, give me a
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, still out tall, niggaz
We real niggaz on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin', real like fifth comin'

Treach
Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black is the lingo
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for
Christmas time I Yak, an' Kris with Kringle
Gettin' funk from 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 them D.M. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me

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

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