Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

Now you dun heard a lot of about me and my niggaz
Them Outlaw worldwide figures
triumph to tragedy
To back on top and niggaz still mad at me

For pushin' big truck on 24's
A square feat in ATL game, jaw
Man what my nigga got shot for
Bein' too motherfuckin' raw for fuckboys.

See the darkness, see the light, he feel it
Misery loves company and that's the shit
But in I'm on some kill shit
Fo' niggaz sneak upon me and this

I'm takin' a with Mac in hand..a born killer
Like them from Pakistan
It's simple, gotta git 'em I die
Like the old west see how we low tex da

I know mama, you did your best at me
Now your baby dun a G
When I'm out in them
The one that got me is me
I keep my hand my heat

'Cause you know mama you didn't no bitch
So if a wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my cocked
'Cause really all I got in the everyday is me
talk

Everyday is a new
I'm a in my new balance
A lot of but not enough raw talent
Blame the machine but fuck it I'm a hustla
So we start our own sellin' bricks legit

Power to the people, a lot of power in my
We da hope for the hopeless, the voice for the
Outlaw soldiers, we in the game
Years later last members fuckin' feelin' the

Straight from the heart, makin' 'em
Live for the day wait for tomorrow
Hatas gettin' they wrong, I seen tha rap
Rounda tough with some
I seen preachers put religion in the roughest of

They say gangstaz don't live that long, too turn-coals
That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your
Coincidental the instrumental
And raisin' a nation, we influential

I mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your dun became a G
When I'm out in them
The only one got me is me
I keep my hand my heat

'Cause you know you didn't raise no bitch
So if a wanna get at me
I be out in streets, my thang cocked
'Cause really all I got in the everyday is me
talk

Yeah, my mother ain't no sucker
Raised in the gutta, I'm a mothafucka
All I know is get mothafucka
All day mothafucka, one way or

And ain't no body no where can stop me
Call me cocky..you tennis, I'm
Mix a little bit of E-docky
With black Rocky and my you got me

Real talk, I never a shall unless it was support
I'm stressin' my thought
And I these dogs, I'm a soldier
Dontcha be like me when you grow up?

A man of comma, good karma
wants drama, I got the problem solva
Big ass Cig, that shit
Plus the bully that a automatic

I know mama, you did best at raisin' me
Now your dun became a G
When I'm out in streets
The only one got me is me
I keep my hand upon my

'Cause you know mama you didn't no bitch
So if a wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my cocked
'Cause all I got in the game everyday is me
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