Luyện nghe bài hát Real People

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You how me and 'Ye do

Real People walk in the streets, the is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does people walk and talk in sleep
sweats and wet dreams on how to get green
Our is all in a jeep black souls raw and they deep
Hypes tryna talk with no teeth, shorties ball or retreat
A we all speak at one point or another

Whatchu expect one who smoke a joint with his mother?
Anointed hustlers in a region
Through the pain, wish they knew that God was teachin'
We want decent homes, so we say out loud
Like speaker phones, to keep 'em on

It's like a colored song keep keepin' on
I knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong
through the dust, I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Magic Juan that's why I write songs
For the people

I if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie
Watch me as the be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, they mentality is Nazi
The way treat blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi
We're the children of a God searchin' for better jobs
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to a charge

They say the dope is sour
Now they doin' homework when they follow you for hours
Come to your crib and all that you work for
be more than paper these niggaz hurt for
Through the purple haze I days I rhyme that work for pays
Tryna reverse the mind and insert the brave mentality

that it's drama at home
Can a dude break and still get honored at home?
I was told by a chief the games nature
When you're glowin' some will love and will hate ya
It's real

Black men walking wit girls on they arms
I be mad at 'em as if I they mom's
Told to go the surface a person's a person
we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen

The weary cursin' the sky to themselves
they version of why help and hurt in they eye
I live from it some of it I do be in
I be showin' niggaz like UPN it's real people

For you and
Good music forever,
Rock on, we on
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