Luyện nghe bài hát Real People

Yeah,
You how me and 'Ye do

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

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

It's like a colored song that keepin' on
I guess knowin' I'm weak is I'm really bein' strong
Somehow through the dust, I see the dawn
the Bishop Magic Juan that's why I write freedom songs
For the real

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

They say the game is sour
Now they doin' homework that's they follow you for hours
Come to your and devour all that you work for
Must be than paper these niggaz hurt for
Through the purple haze I circle days I that work for pays
Tryna the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality

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

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

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

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