Luyện nghe bài hát Real Shit

Mister

Real nigga shit, niggas
be told, I don't fuck with them
Money my
is a germ
Say she did, well she finna learn
I got hoes, all of them dyke
Pick and choose nigga, all of right
Never had shit, now my burn
Ever a mill'? Well you finna learn

1]
Heard you mad
I'm doing bad
I just a Benz
Talking tags
Leave your girl
I bet I'm fucking
She with me
That's why you mad
Get that ass that Jeep
Bet all that she
You be crazy hoe
No out of me
She give me free
to be fucking me
I slide that on
know it's going deep
Beat pussy down
repeating sounds
I on the mound
Knock pussy out
That's what I do
I'm on the loose
Coconuts a
Pineapple
Now coco low
I am no Joe
You niggas a joke
See me I'm counting
all I fucking do, and all I fucking know
I them haters mad
One thing you should know

2]
So it up a notch
out the box
Candy drop
with my knots
Boy this fly
six a tie
Broward boy
and see me now
I buy a house, with a fucking pool
Bring a for fun
That's what I do
Tell them the hate
I might buy a
Now why you mad? Because I'm stunting and you do
Get money lame
I can you things
Big shit
Fifty carat
molly flow
Catch the Ghost
Mister
Tell them it's to go
Now that's some shit
I'm on other shit
Hood boy
That's who you with
So put your away
I'm getting paid
And if he say he not
I bet nigga gay