Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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

They walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New
I ain't these, niggaz, that be feinin' 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 in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you

But I'm cool with it
They say only the who never 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 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
a baller '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 gangsta

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 gangsta

How can niggaz say they be on the 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 ain't never been on the other side of the p's

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

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the
You walk around talkin' how every sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, mind fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' don't back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't back
Dog, how the fuck you have keys in ya' house
ya' mamma won't 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 shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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

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

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked
Without security, you like sex
You ain't never a trigger
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a
I member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a 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
gangstas is played 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 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
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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

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