Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, like jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a mr.
ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' make me go back my days of u-city
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation shitty
I got that thang with me, I puff like diddy
You niggas hang 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, glocka
Four-do' range rov', mink matchin kangol
Whole like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
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 better fix my shit or give my g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta it
system behind 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 ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap crush me
me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every 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 twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the
I got the face too damn chunky it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some
Half the time I'm in the club, the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who's is "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin

(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 left from right
Holdin a check, got the front desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rainiest rov', in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter I'm killin 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 roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We 'til our brain gon' bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, city up
I'm only....

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