Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real niggas ride us
You gotta ride the bus
Smoke 'til my brain gon' bust
Bank so plush, the feds on us
Real niggas wit' us (and dime ladies)
You gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke 'til when my gon' bust
account so plush, the feds 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 andres or
backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no
Cats me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin like mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back into my days of
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, situation looks shitty
I got that thang with me, 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 me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
range rov', mink with matchin 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 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 the ten, duckin 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 niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I through every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
I'm smokin inches 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 it's still read "twelve"
hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas pissed
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who's is "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready 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 school boy, I'm hollywood, like dank
Lookin I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the front desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch 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 gets no better, slo says it gotta get
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we get leather
I'm like, what, real roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin 'til our gon' bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, city up
I'm only....

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