Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, bottle of or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick I roll through y'all city
Lookin like mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You make me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, situation looks shitty
I got that with me, plus 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' rov', mink with matchin kangol
hood 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, five before you see me, that's the knock
I not speak on that, I speak on zack
And how he fix my shit or give my eight g's back
the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational behind the ten, duckin the public
my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds 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 then me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, 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 ready to a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
I'm smokin twenty 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 it's read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin shit
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught they
And they be thinkin you cockblockin you gave her a kiss
I walks to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time just in 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 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
like I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin
In a category with t-boz, I'm myself
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we get leather
I'm like, what, real playas 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 back of the truck, city up
I'm only....

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