Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
Call me a cool or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, bottle of andres or
Smoke or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
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, gritty
You gon' make me go back my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny and new dickies
Ahh shit, when looks shitty
I got that thang with me, plus I puff like
You niggas can't with me, or pop the pain with me
So somethin mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink with 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, rollie or
You hear me four, five before you see me, that's the knock
I need not on that, I speak on zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's
Salute the rugged, screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then me
me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever to make a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and it peel
I'm smokin inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the store at noon, slight case 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, half the niggas pissed
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you 'cause you gave 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 high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' this ladie's face when I walked in the bank
I'm the boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like dank
like I don't know left 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
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 category t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, real roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin 'til our brain bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, city up
I'm only....

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