Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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

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

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

The bangers is growin' upset ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a 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 you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you really 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 wanna 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 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 been on the other of the p's

I can see 'em, ya tents are too light
sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
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 dirt bag the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind you

Ya' hood sayin' don't back
Step foot in and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' 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
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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

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

They gon' strip you, have you 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 in a closet but call it a condo
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 it's these hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

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 gangsta

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' a gangsta nigga

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

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