Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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

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

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

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

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 wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' 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 look like the spot on the other side of the C's
When they ain't never been on the side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya are too light
Every you write is far from 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 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' hood sayin' don't come
Step foot in here and gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the you gon' have 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 get yourself shot
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 could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your ups' lookin' like
Trynna the world with 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, have you naked next
Without security, you unprotected sex
You never fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a

If real recognize real, be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but it a condo
I member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the

Now try to blame 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 get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

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

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