Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
Call me a cool nigga or a mr.
ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' make me go back into my days of
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when looks 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 like "oh", 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
You me four, five blocks 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
system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a (duracell)
Mr. energizer, ready to make a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and it peel
I'm smokin inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the store at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time just in he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin be like i, ay, ei, the guy
hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen this ladie's when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin dank
Lookin like I don't know left right
a check, got the whole front desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
eighty in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus to the arch equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, true to the heart equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, fact I'm killin myself
In a with t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get
Gotta get wood, get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, real roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin 'til our brain bust
head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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