Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of mississippi
I thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a mr.
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, of andres or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both named
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick I roll through y'all city
Lookin angry mad, face mad, teeth 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 like diddy
You niggas can't hang me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' range rov', with matchin kangol
Whole hood like "oh", freakin 'em out mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, five blocks you see me, that's the knock
I need not on that, I speak on zack
And how he better fix my or give my eight g's back
the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the and bust me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I through every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, ready to make a mil'
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 at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too chunky '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, the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin you gave her a kiss
I walks to your bitch and asks 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
Comin be like i, ay, ei, the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You seen 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 from right
Holdin a check, got the whole desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus to the arch equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus to the heart equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, fact I'm killin myself
In a category with t-boz, I'm feelin
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we get leather
I'm like, what, real playas roll on (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our tight)
We smokin 'til our gon' bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, what up
I'm only....

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