Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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 gangsta

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

ain't 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 they the first to ever put in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you

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

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV up sets
And you know you like 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
Ain't a '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 yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

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' with a gangsta

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
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 the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the

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

Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you to the house, loser?

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, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

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

gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you unprotected sex
You never fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot and finger a nigga

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

Now they try to the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I it's these hip hop con mans
gangstas is played out now
This the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

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

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

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

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

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