Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better keep your hand on them
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk

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' 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 nigga

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

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

The bangers is growin' 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to with groupies
a baller 'cause 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
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 get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
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 flash ya' shirt, tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the
You walk around talkin' how every dime you
When they don't speak to you, never mind 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 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 could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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

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 recognize real, you'd 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 ringer in the

Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I it's these 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 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 shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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

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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