Luyện nghe bài hát Real Rap

Yeah, I just a video in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy, huh?
And I grew up bumping that motherfucking
Styles P, you know I get
motherfucking 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, and shooting up niggas cars
What's the point of a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas that you really locked behind bars
I was hustling in the day, pulling in the dark
Nigga you ain't got a 'bout me, I swear to God
They say I'm and they say I'm humble
Get money out the hood where I'm comfortable
Play with me and I'mma go
Shot a video in the middle of
niggas, what's up?

Know my pops Memphis
I used to go out there every summer as a kid, know I mean?
Ride around listening to the O'Jays and

Only thing I Pools to do is the beat again
I came back strong Peterson
They wanted to dust so I brought them leaders in
See you at the that's if we ever meet again
never lets out, a lot of shit you never know
Sitting on the mother-load niggas telling though
back I can't be around y'all haters
Praying for my downfall', prayers
Then you why I be around ball players
Cause these niggas doing the Feds favors
Yeah, I survived in the
I reside the strength is, salute North Memphis

hollering D-Block on these blocks
10 pounds of mid green in my spot
I had a brick in a in the Fiat
Got on a belt watching for speed clocks
You see a road block you know you detour
35 in the drought for a
I'm money on the east shout to B-more
Get haters 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 rapping 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 Kiss did some epic
And to you fuck niggas this some shit

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

Yo, hollering CMG, when they see them G's
they see them pounds and they see them keys
And they see ice and they see these V's
But the shooters squeeze on
I use to dream on having one key of white
Now I a whole trailer you can see them tonight
If he try some funny I got two for'em
My 'bout to come home I got a shoe box for him
Youngin' told me he I played some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new for him
Then they hate you get it so say that you frontin'
niggas, die slow, i don't owe nobody nothing
Few things that I love my weapons and plug
On a graveyard shift tears sweating to blood,
Me and Gotti and some shit
Amigos hit me said he got some good shit
Ha ha

Wassup,
Too real