Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real ride wit' us
You gotta ride the bus
'til when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the on us
Real ride wit' us (and dime ladies)
You haters gotta ride the bus (we 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, like jiffy
Call me a cool or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
I reply quickly, 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 into my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation shitty
I got that thang me, plus I puff like diddy
You can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the range me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka
Four-do' range rov', mink with matchin
Whole hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they
D's with on 'em, jackers, I know 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 need not speak on that, I speak on
And how he better fix my shit or my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you love it
Navigational behind the ten, duckin the public
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, twist the
Only real niggas ride and smoke, trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through door on a cell (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 jewelry at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's still "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin
Me, got they miss, I done, caught they
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 just in case he
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
hella high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not 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 agree wit' em, I exchange with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rainiest rov', in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus to the heart equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin
In a category with t-boz, I'm feelin
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get
I'm like, what, real playas roll on (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin our brain gon' bust
head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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