Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, like jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a mr.
ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, bottle of or crissy
Smoke or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both named
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
make me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, mad, teeth gritty
You gon' me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation shitty
I got thang with me, plus I puff like diddy
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the with me
So somethin mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
range rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole hood like "oh", 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
You hear me four, blocks before you see me, that's the knock
I not speak on that, I speak on zack
And how he better fix my 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 break the jar out, twist the
Only real niggas ride and smoke, trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then 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
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 jewelry store at noon, slight case of the
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's read "twelve"
Well hell, not a starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, they wrist
And they be thinkin you 'cause you gave her a kiss
I over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
Comin be like i, ay, ei, the guy
hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen this ladie's face I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, like dank
Lookin like I don't left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks 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 equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, 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, real playas on dubs (lunatics like)
And can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We 'til our brain gon' bust
Gettin in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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