Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy jiffy
Call me a cool or a mr. refriger'
ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")
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 dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all
Lookin like mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back into my days of
Cornrows, penny and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation looks
I got that thang with me, plus I like diddy
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the range me

(ali)
Check,
No me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I 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 speak on that, I speak on
And how he fix my shit or give my eight g's back
the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever saw out
Son the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, 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, ready to make a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
I'm smokin twenty 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 'cause it's read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin you gave her a kiss
I over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the eye
be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(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 left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front desk "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks 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 to the heart equals a mil'
I'm y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself
In a category with t-boz, I'm myself
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we get leather
I'm like, what, real playas on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our tight)
We smokin 'til our brain bust
Gettin head in the of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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