Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You better keep your on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them
talk

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

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' with a gangsta

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

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

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up
And you you ain't like 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 dinner with
Ain't a baller 'cause you put spinners 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' with a gangsta

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

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 look like the 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 from the
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

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

Ya' hood don't come back
Step foot in here and they 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 really wanna 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 fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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

They gon' strip you, 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 finger a

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 that was on the
Just a scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

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

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

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna 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 that you on them
You better your hand on them heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
Real

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