Luyện nghe bài hát Real People

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You how me and 'Ye do

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

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

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

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

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 more than paper these niggaz for
Through the purple I circle days I rhyme that work for pays
Tryna reverse the slave's and insert the brave mentality

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

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

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

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