Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You keep your hand on them heats
And what 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' 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
with a gangsta nigga

They ain't the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the talk of New York
I like 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 like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you and you want

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

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up
And you know you ain't 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 dinner groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you put spinners on hoopties, nigga

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

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

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the
Where the steering wheels are on the side of the V's
And the look like the spot on the other side 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 sentence you write is far from the
You be that 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 dirt bag the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked you
When they even speak to you, never mind fucked you

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

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

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

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

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' next
security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't never fingered a
All you do is look in the mugshot book and a nigga

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

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

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' 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' a gangsta nigga

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

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