Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better keep your hand on them
And live you sayin' on them beats
talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

They walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New
I like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a with it
Everybody's gangsta the promotion
if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean

The bangers is upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a and and then say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with
Ain't a baller you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

How can niggaz say be on the other side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the side of the V's
And the homes look like the on the other side of the C's
When they never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
Every you write is far from the truth
You be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the or the proof

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around how every dime sucked you
When don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood don't come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you have keys in ya' house
When ya' won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' like
Trynna fool the world with a look-a-like
Jiving like you blow
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' next
Without security, you like sex
You ain't never a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and a nigga

If real recognize real, be a John Doe
You in a closet but call it a condo
I don't member you as a that was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out,

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them
You better keep your hand on them
And live you sayin' on them beats
talk

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You keep your hand on them heats
And live what you on them beats
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