Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them
Real

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

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

They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the
Some look 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 like in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you

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

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV 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 with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties,

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

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

How can niggaz say they be on the side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the other of the C's
they ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see 'em, ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirt bag before the deal
You around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they even speak to you, never mind fucked you

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

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 nigga

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

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your ups' lookin' like
fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a

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

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

Now they try to the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I it's these hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

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

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

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