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 walk and talk in they 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 lesson we all speak at one point or

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

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

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

They say the dope game is
Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for
Come to crib and devour all that you work for
Must be more than paper these hurt for
the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that work for pays
Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the mentality

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

Black men wit white girls on they arms
I be mad at 'em as if I know mom's
Told to go beyond the 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 real people

For you and
Good music forever,
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