Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
Call me a nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
I reply quickly, bottle of andres or
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get
I wake up with two dimes, named nikki
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' make me go back my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, when situation shitty
I got that with me, plus I puff like diddy
You niggas can't hang me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
Four-do' range rov', with matchin kangol
hood like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the
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 gotta it
Navigational system behind the ten, the public
Take my off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever saw out
Son the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, then crush me
me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

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(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through 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 chunky 'cause it's still "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 they miss, I done, caught they
And be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time in case he forgets
I be the eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

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

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