Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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

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

But otherwise I'm with it
They say only the who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta through the
Even if they raised in a 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 like that but you'll say you is
Go and a bunch a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put on hoopties, nigga

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

How can say they be on the other side of the seas
Where the wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the other 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 write is far the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
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 dirt bag before the
You walk talkin' how every dime sucked you
they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood don't come back
Step foot in here and gon' put you where 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 don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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 nigga

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

gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you like sex
You ain't fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

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

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 nigga

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

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 you on them streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live what you on them beats
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