Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You better your hand on them heats
And live what you on them beats
Real

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
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

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

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

The is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you 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 groupies
Ain't a 'cause 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
with a gangsta nigga

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

How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas
the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the side of the C's
When they never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
Every sentence you is far from the truth
You wanna be nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the or the proof

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked you
When don't even 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' won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna 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 wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
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 look-a-like
like you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback

They strip you, have 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 was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the

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

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

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