Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real niggas ride us
You haters ride the bus
Smoke 'til when my brain bust
Bank so plush, the feds on us
Real ride wit' us (and dime ladies)
You gotta 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, bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a 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, watch me get
I wake up with two dimes, 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, gritty
You gon' make me go into my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny and new dickies
Ahh shit, situation looks shitty
I got that thang me, plus I puff like diddy
You can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So somethin mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink with matchin
Whole hood like "oh", 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the
I need not 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 behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you saw out
Son the jar out, twist the muskie
real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, then crush me
me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm the battery, I come through every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, ready to make a mil'
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 store at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the gettin pissed
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
'em one more time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen ladie's face when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin dank
Lookin like I don't know left from
a check, got the whole front desk 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 to the arch 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 t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta 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 gon' bust
Gettin head in the of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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