Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of mississippi
I thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a cool or a mr. refriger'
ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, of andres or crissy
backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up two dimes, both named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' make me go back my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, when situation looks
I got that thang me, plus I puff like diddy
You niggas hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
range rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole hood "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
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 gotta it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the
my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever 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
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever to make a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the
I hit the jewelry at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn '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 niggas pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
'em one more time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, country grammar, "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen this ladie's face when I walked in the
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, like dank
Lookin I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole desk like "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 true to the equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart a mil'
I'm y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself
In a category with t-boz, I'm myself
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get
Gotta get wood, get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, playas roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't it wit' 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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