Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

1, 2, 3, you really 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, 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

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

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

The is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a 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 you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

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

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

How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas
Where the steering 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 never been on the other side of the p's

I can see 'em, ya tents are too light
Every you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
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 the deal
You walk around talkin' how every sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never fucked you

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

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' a gangsta nigga

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

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

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

If real real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but it a condo
I don't member you as a 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 think it's these hip hop con
gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out,

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

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

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