Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a cool 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 wake up with two dimes, named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no
Cats me sick when I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, when looks shitty
I got that with me, plus I puff like diddy
You can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So somethin mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
range rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know 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 or give my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the
Take my chain off to out, battle four out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, twist the
Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna 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 every door on a (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to 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 at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too chunky 'cause it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin
Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I over to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(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
Nigga hella high, country grammar, "ei!"
Fuckin cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none

(murphy lee)
You seen 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 left 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 eighty in the rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart a mil'
I'm y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself
In a category with t-boz, I'm myself
It gets no better, slo says it get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get
I'm like, what, real playas on dubs (lunatics like)
And can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin our brain gon' bust
Gettin in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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