Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

Yo, yo Asia, whattup
It's the God Wu-Tang
Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's murder this track
my word
Yeah, Supa West
Uh-huh, aiyyo Lord spank 'em
(Yeah)

Yo, powerful rap robotic style off chronic to
this flow from out the projects
My shine timeless, 'Criminal Minded'
My spent, knockin' out daily assignments
The capacity of my writtens make y'all look mindless

In Kombat, I leave a challenger spineless
five-five-nine shit, three strike off
Dirty cop music that the streets can absorb
Old souls run deep in my pores, your
Predate the Earth, formin' the path of

academy, manufactures the new slang
My singles be the like, pockets of loose change
My bang to set the mic a-fire with Wu-Tang
School y'all, Wu-Tang all in poontang

of the block knock, gun in your face
Run in your house, tie you up and run in safe
I'm from a sheisty-ass where the gangsters dwell
Crack sellin' to rap federal, we this mail, what?

From to borough, block to block
It don't like paper when the new shit drop
To all my peoples in the on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody it or not

From city to city and coast to
niggaz in the spot gotta profit the most
To all my peoples in the hood on way to the top
Get yours, whether likes it or not

Aiyyo it's the rapper, Starks the ballplayer
I won't Wally 'til they make more flavors
Wallets', take off gators
And my .22 shotty'll take off

Eighty-eight Pumas, velor
Dusted out in the where [unverified] pays me
So many hits I both stages
Your two two cars can't touch my four bracelets

One of the most Williest niggaz from
Ran through Manhattan with Wally's made of
Cherry-pop copper top niggaz rattin', what happened?
Had to end a with the mac-10

Masquerades, Feds ask and like
Raekwon shallah be in my PJ's
They knew it was them, they saw him do well
On tour Theodore Genie actin' full ill

From borough to borough, to block
It don't stop like when the new shit drop
To all my in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether likes it or not

From city to city, and coast to
Real niggaz in the gotta profit the most
To all my in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether likes it or not

your gun, but I still touch ya son
I don't run a nigga got, dusty lungs
And when I people be like, you must be from
The N.Y. but them I 'em nah I'm straight Californian

Blunts make me born again, ballin' where the dwell
I still rank first place in the
Go 'head, act cocky, and meet your
Next time I see you bet be one of the speechless cats

Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes gas me
I did a song with Ghost nasty
My murder rap murder tracks, clean like a cat who flashy
Y'all niggaz what's the ass be, they whole trashy

Uncut live I got to say one
I'm the hardest workin' to step foot, in Chung King
Unclean, year, show you who run things
Dumb things, more than a hundred thousand

borough to borough, block to block
It don't stop like when the new shit drop
To all my peoples in the on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody it or not

From to city, and coast to coast
Real niggaz in the gotta profit the most
To all my in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether likes it or not

Yeah, yeah Ghost Deini, Planet Asia
Y'all how we do, straight up
I got my man Perm me in the booth
A.C.T., word up, it's like that Stark Enterprise, screw
The W, the Clan, for real hotter a gun on the sun motherfucker
Yo