Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck 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 could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

They ain't walkin' the walk, they talkin' the talk
people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to
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 I'm cool with it
They say only the who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they in a house with a view of the ocean

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

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' a gangsta nigga

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

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

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

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the
You walk talkin' 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 where you won't come
Dog, how the fuck you have keys in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even 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' with a 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
with a gangsta nigga

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

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

If real real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a but call it a condo
I member you as a slinger 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 these hip hop con
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 shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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 and any time that you on streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
Real

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