Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a cool or a mr. refriger'
ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, bottle of or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get
I wake up with two dimes, both named
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll 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 like diddy
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain me
So wrap mo' and hop in the range with me

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

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a
Fuck cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
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 some 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 you gave her a kiss
I walks over to bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen this face when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like
Lookin like I don't know left from
Holdin a check, got the whole desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks seeds 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 to the heart equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm myself
In a with t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get
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 brain gon'
Gettin in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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