Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better your hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
Real

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 really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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, be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look, I be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' you seen and you want

But I'm cool with it
They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta 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 throwin' up
And you know you ain't that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to with groupies
Ain't a 'cause 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 yourself
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 shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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

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

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

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

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

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' a gangsta nigga

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

gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked 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 recognize real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the

Now they try to the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's 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 don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
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
with a gangsta nigga

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

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