Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

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

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

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

They ain't walkin' the walk, just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real of New York
I like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down like in the front
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 with it
Everybody's gangsta through the
Even if they raised in a house a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV up sets
And you know you ain't like that but you'll say 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 don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a 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

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the
Where the wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look the spot on the other side 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 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 ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the
You around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they don't even to you, never mind fucked you

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

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

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

They strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you like sex
You ain't never fingered a
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 closet but it a condo
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's these hip hop con
gangstas is played out now
This 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 could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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

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

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

It's really really really real talk
It's really really really really talk
It's really really really really real
It's really really really really real