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 flow from out the projects
My timeless, clique 'Criminal Minded'
My time spent, out daily assignments
The capacity of my writtens y'all niggaz look mindless

In Mortal Kombat, I leave a spineless
This five-five-nine shit, three off
Dirty cop killer music the streets can absorb
Old run deep in my pores, your desperation
Predate the Earth, formin' the of civilizations

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

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

borough to borough, block 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 to coast
Real in the spot gotta profit the most
To all my in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody it or not

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

Eighty-eight Pumas, laces
Dusted out in the staircase where [unverified] me
So many hits I need both
Your two your two cars touch my four bracelets

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

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

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

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

Bust your gun, but I still 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 again, ballin' where the Warlords dwell
I still rank first place in the
Go 'head, act cocky, and your match
time I see you bet you'll be one of the speechless cats

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

Uncut I got to say one thing
I'm the hardest workin' ever to 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 stop like paper 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 city to city, and to coast
Real 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, yeah whattup? Deini, Planet Asia
Y'all how we do, straight up
I got my man Perm meetin' me in the
A.C.T., word up, like that Stark Enterprise, screw y'all
The W, the Clan, for real than a gun on the sun motherfucker
Yo