Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

From 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, whether likes it or not

From city to 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

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

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

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

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

From borough to borough, to block
It don't stop 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 in the hood on their way to the top
Get yours, whether anybody it or not

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

Blunts me born again, ballin' where the Warlords dwell
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 suddenly all the hoes wanna gas me
Heard I did a song with nasty
My murder rap murder tracks, clean like a cat who dress
niggaz what's the ass be, they whole style trashy

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

From to borough, block to block
It don't stop like paper the new shit drop
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
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

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