Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, like jiffy
me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get
I up with two dimes, both named nikki
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats 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 bros and new
Ahh shit, when situation shitty
I got that thang with me, plus I puff diddy
You niggas can't with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the range me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka
Four-do' range rov', with matchin kangol
Whole hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they
D's with on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
You hear me four, five blocks 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 system behind the ten, the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, four out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son the jar out, twist the muskie
Only niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap crush me
me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm the battery, I come 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 it peel
I'm smokin twenty 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 'cause 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 gettin
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 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, kinky guy, the eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, grammar, yellin "ei!"
your 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, smellin like
Lookin like I don't know left right
a check, got the whole 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 equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a
I'm killin y'all, matter 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, gotta get dubs, we get leather
I'm like, what, real roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our tight)
We smokin 'til our brain bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, city up
I'm only....

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