Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo it's Tony the rapper, the ballplayer
I won't rock Wally they make more flavors
Wallets', take off gators
And my .22 take off faces

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

One of the Williest niggaz from Staten
Ran through Manhattan with Wally's of satin
copper top niggaz rattin', guest what 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 full ill

From to borough, block to block
It don't stop like paper when the new drop
To all my peoples in the hood on 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, anybody 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 be from
The N.Y. but them I 'em nah I'm straight Californian

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

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

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

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

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