Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

Yo, powerful rap robotic style off to cosmic
Follow flow from out the projects
My shine timeless, clique Minded'
My time spent, out daily assignments
The of my writtens make y'all niggaz look mindless

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

Nappy academy, manufactures the new
My be the jingle like, pockets of loose change
My crew bang to set the mic with Wu-Tang
y'all, Wu-Tang all in your poontang

Bullies of the block knock, gun in your
Run in your house, tie you up and run in safe
I'm from a sheisty-ass place 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 hood on way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody it or not

From city to city and to coast
Real 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 Tony the rapper, Starks the ballplayer
I won't rock 'til they make more flavors
'Bulletproof Wallets', take off
And my .22 take off faces

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

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

Masquerades, Feds ask and like
Raekwon shallah still be in my
They it was them, plus they saw him do well
On tour with Theodore Genie actin' ill

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

From to city, and coast to coast
Real niggaz in the gotta profit the most
To all my peoples in the 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 'cause a got, dusty lungs
And when I talk people be like, you must be
The N.Y. but them I tell 'em nah I'm Californian

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

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

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

From borough to borough, block to
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 anybody it or not

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

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