Luyện nghe bài hát Real Rap

Yeah, I just shot a in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy, huh?
And I grew up that motherfucking D-Block
P, you know I get high
That Jada, look

Damn, life the odds
got a plug, lost the feds, he got robbed
Damn, since I been running the mob
Ain't none but drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas
the point of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved locked bars
I was in the day, pulling moves in the dark
Nigga you ain't got a clue 'bout me, I to God
They say I'm and they say I'm humble
Get money out the where I'm most comfortable
Play with me and go bucks
Shot a in the middle of Yonkers
niggas, what's up?

Know my pops from
I used to go out there every summer as a kid, know what I
around listening to the O'Jays and shit

Only thing I Pools to do is loop the beat
I back strong Adrien Peterson
They wanted to smoke dust so I brought leaders in
See you at the crossroads if we ever meet again
School never out, a lot of shit you never know
Sitting on the these niggas telling though
Fell back I can't be y'all haters
Praying for my downfall', prayers
Then you wonder why I be around ball
Cause these niggas doing the Feds small
Yeah, I survived in the
I where the strength is, salute North Memphis

They hollering on these blocks
10 pounds of mid green in my spot
I had a brick in a half in the
Got on a seat belt watching for speed
You see a road you know you gotta detour
35 in the for a kilo
I'm getting money on the shout to B-more
Get these out my view so I can see more
Clearly, clearly nigga's not the one they say they is
clearly that they not 'bout that life they say they live
I ain't a trap nigga I speak real life
I just beat a I was facing 10 to life
I'm a multimillionaire if I die
Five off this rap one off the white
Me and did some epic shit
And to you fuck niggas some disrespectful shit

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

Yo, they hollering CMG, they see them G's
'Cause they see them pounds and they see keys
And they see this ice and they see V's
But the squeeze on S-I-T-E
I use to on having one key of that white
Now I have a whole you can see them tonight
If he try some funny I got two Glocks
My man's 'bout to home I got a shoe box for him
Youngin' told me he I played some 2Pac for him
Then I him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say you frontin'
Fuck niggas, die slow, i don't owe nothing
Few that I love that's my weapons and plug
On a graveyard tears sweating to blood, what?
Me and Gotti and hood shit
Amigos just hit me said he got some shit
Ha ha

Wassup,
Too real