Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, like jiffy
Call me a nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, of andres or crissy
Smoke 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 when I roll y'all city
Lookin angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back into my of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, when situation looks
I got that thang with me, I puff like diddy
You niggas can't with me, or pop the pain with me
So somethin mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka
range rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole hood like "oh", freakin 'em out mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know want '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 speak on that, I on zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, then crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever to make a mil'
Fuck cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the
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 shit
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught they
And they be thinkin you 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to 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
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga 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, smellin like
Lookin like I don't left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I sacks with seeds 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, true to the heart equals a mil'
I'm y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself
In a with t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, playas roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We 'til our brain gon' bust
head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

(chorus) 2x