Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

Yo, powerful rap style off chronic to cosmic
Follow this flow out the projects
My shine timeless, 'Criminal Minded'
My time spent, out daily assignments
The capacity of my writtens make y'all niggaz mindless

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

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

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

From borough to borough, block to
It don't like paper 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 to coast
Real niggaz in the spot gotta the most
To all my in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody it or not

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

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

One of the most Williest niggaz from
Ran through Manhattan Wally's made of satin
copper top niggaz rattin', guest 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 with Theodore Genie actin' full ill

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

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

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

Blunts make me again, ballin' where the Warlords dwell
I still rank first in the tournament
Go 'head, act cocky, and meet match
Next I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats

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

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

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

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

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