Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
Call me a cool nigga or a mr.
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
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 playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me when I roll through y'all city
like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You make me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when looks shitty
I got that thang with me, plus I like diddy
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 me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' range rov', with matchin kangol
hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
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 or give my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you 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
me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come 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, case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's read "twelve"
Well hell, not a starter but I be startin some shit
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, they wrist
And they be you cockblockin 'cause 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 eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, country grammar, "ei!"
Fuckin cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen ladie's face when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, like dank
Lookin I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the front desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus to the arch equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart 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 get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we 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 our brain gon' bust
head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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