Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy 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 wake up with two dimes, named nikki
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth
You gon' me go back 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 like
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain me
So somethin mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink matchin kangol
Whole hood "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, five before you see me, that's the knock
I need not on that, I speak on zack
And how he better fix my shit or my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you love it
Navigational behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, 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 like the battery, I come through door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a
Fuck cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin twenty of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's still "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin shit
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you her a kiss
I walks over to bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen this ladie's face I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like
like I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange with seeds in 'em
eighty in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch 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 with t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It gets no better, slo says it get better
get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, playas 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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