Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real niggas wit' us
You haters gotta the bus
Smoke when my brain gon' bust
Bank so plush, the feds on us
niggas ride wit' 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 bridgy of
I thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I through y'all city
Lookin like mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny and new dickies
Ahh shit, situation looks shitty
I got that thang with me, I puff like diddy
You niggas can't hang me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the with me

(ali)
Check,
No me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
range rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole hood like "oh", 'em out they mind
D's with on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, five before you see me, that's the knock
I not speak on that, I speak on zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's
Salute the rugged, screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, 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, then crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and 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 make it
I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the
I hit the jewelry store at noon, case of the chills
I got the too damn chunky '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, the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a
I walks to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one time just 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 your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin

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

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