Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the of mississippi
I thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a mr.
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I up with two dimes, both named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no
Cats make me sick I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth
You gon' make me go back into my days of
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, when situation looks
I got that thang with me, plus I puff diddy
You can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink matchin kangol
hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
You hear me four, five blocks you see me, that's the knock
I need not speak on that, I on zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta it
system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle out
We fill, the fattest wad a 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 crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I through every 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 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 'cause it's still read "twelve"
hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And they be you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country 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 boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like dank
Lookin I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the 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 a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin
In a category t-boz, I'm feelin 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 us (and our blunts tight)
We 'til our brain gon' bust
head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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