Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them
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 gangsta

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' a gangsta nigga

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

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

The bangers is growin' 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you go to dinner with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you put spinners on hoopties, nigga

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

How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the other of the V's
And the homes look the spot on the other side of the C's
When they ain't never on the other side of the p's

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

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 don't even speak to you, never fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' don't come
Step in here and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have in ya' house
ya' mamma 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 shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta 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' a gangsta nigga

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

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

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

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 ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out,

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' with a gangsta

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 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 streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
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