Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real niggas wit' us
You gotta ride the bus
Smoke when 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 thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, bottle of andres or
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I up with two dimes, both named nikki
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
make me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth
You gon' make me go back into my of u-city
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation looks
I got thang with me, plus I puff like diddy
You niggas can't with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink with kangol
Whole hood like "oh", '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 not speak on that, I speak on zack
And how he fix my shit or give my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the
Take my off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
Only real niggas and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, 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 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 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 time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You seen this ladie's 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 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 to the arch equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin
In a category t-boz, I'm feelin 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 roll on (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it 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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