Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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

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

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

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

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
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 other of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the side of the C's
When they ain't never on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya are too light
sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the

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

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

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

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

you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world with a Jacob
Jiving like you blow
But ya' car is ten old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, have you naked next
Without security, you unprotected sex
You ain't fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a

If real real, you'd 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
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the

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 get you layed out, fucka

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

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' with a nigga

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

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