Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, ready to make a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
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 chunky 'cause it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin shit
Half the time I'm in the club, the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you her a kiss
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 eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
Comin be like i, ay, ei, the guy
Nigga hella high, grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not none

(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 like I don't know left right
Holdin a check, got the whole front like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks with in 'em
eighty in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus to the arch equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin
In a category with t-boz, I'm feelin
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we get leather
I'm like, what, real playas roll on (lunatics like)
And haters can't it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin 'til our gon' bust
Gettin head in the of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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