Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real niggas wit' us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke 'til my brain gon' bust
account so plush, the feds on us
Real niggas ride wit' us (and ladies)
You haters gotta the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke 'til my brain gon' bust
Bank so plush, the feds on us

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of
I slang thangs, make bread, like jiffy
Call me a cool or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I up with two dimes, both named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no
Cats make me sick I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth
You gon' make me go back into my of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, when looks shitty
I got that thang with me, plus I puff diddy
You niggas can't hang me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
You hear me four, blocks before you see me, that's the knock
I need not on that, I speak on zack
And how he fix my shit or give my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system the ten, duckin the public
Take my off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever saw out
Son the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real niggas and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then me
Cuss me, lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm the battery, I come through every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a
that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be some shit
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a
I over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin be like i, ay, ei, the guy
hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen this ladie's face when I walked in the
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like
Lookin I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front desk "murphy's set for life!"
I agree em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rainiest rov', in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart a mil'
I'm y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself
In a with t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It gets no better, slo it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, real playas roll on (lunatics like)
And can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We 'til our brain gon' bust
head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

(chorus) 2x