Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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 wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

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

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

The bangers is growin' '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 a bunch a shit 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 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties,

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

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

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
Every sentence you write is far the truth
You wanna be nigga 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 you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never fucked you

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

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 yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow
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 in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, you'd be a 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 fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you really wanna 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 yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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

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