Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
Call me a nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
I reply quickly, bottle of andres or
backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no
make me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny and new dickies
Ahh shit, when looks shitty
I got that thang with me, plus I puff 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 me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink matchin kangol
hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, the knock
I need not speak on that, I speak on
And how he fix my shit or give my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, screen, you gotta love it
system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, four out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
Only niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then me
Cuss me, lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and it peel
I'm twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause still read "twelve"
hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin
Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
Comin be like i, ay, ei, the guy
Nigga hella high, grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

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

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