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 but drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas cars
What's the of being a street nigga kicking with the stars
Though the niggas you really loved locked behind bars
I was hustling in the day, moves in the dark
Nigga you got a clue 'bout me, I swear to God
They say I'm and they say I'm humble
Get money out the hood I'm most comfortable
with me and I'mma go bucks
Shot a video in the of Yonkers
Real niggas, up?

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

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

hollering D-Block on these blocks
10 of mid green in my weed spot
I had a in a half in the Fiat
Got on a seat belt watching for clocks
You see a road you know you gotta detour
35 in the drought for a
I'm getting money on the east shout to
Get these haters out my view so I can see
Clearly, it's clearly nigga's not the one say they is
It's clearly that they not 'bout that life say they live
I ain't a trap rapping nigga I speak real
I beat a case I was facing 10 to life
I'm a if I die tonight
Five off this rap shit one off the
Me and Kiss did some shit
And to you niggas this some disrespectful shit

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

Yo, hollering CMG, when they see them G's
'Cause see them pounds and they see them keys
And they see this ice and see these V's
But the shooters on S-I-T-E
I use to dream on one key of that white
Now I have a whole trailer you can see them
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 thuggin' I some 2Pac for him
Then I gave him some work and got a new for him
Then they hate when you get it so say you frontin'
Fuck niggas, die slow, i don't owe nothing
Few things that I love 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 good
Ha ha

Wassup,
Too niggas