Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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' a gangsta 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' a gangsta nigga

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

But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool with it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a of the ocean

The is growin' upset '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 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 baller 'cause you wouldn't put on hoopties, 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, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

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

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

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime 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 even give you keys to the house,

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, 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

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

They strip you, have you runnin' naked next
security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't never a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and a nigga

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

Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is out now
This ain't the eighties, battle get you layed out, fucka

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' a gangsta 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' with a gangsta

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

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