Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

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

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

academy, manufactures the new slang
My singles be the jingle like, of loose change
My crew bang to set the mic with Wu-Tang
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 your
I'm from a sheisty-ass place the gangsters dwell
Crack sellin' to rap federal, we takin' this mail,

borough 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, 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 likes it or not

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

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

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

Masquerades, Feds ask and like
Raekwon still be in my PJ's
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 when the new shit 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 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

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 straight

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

Voice raspy suddenly all the hoes gas me
Heard I did a song with Ghost
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 workin' ever to step foot, in Chung King
Unclean, year, show you who run things
Dumb things, more than a hundred funding

borough 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, anybody likes it or not

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

Yeah, yeah whattup? Deini, Planet Asia
Y'all how we do, straight up
I got my man Perm 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