Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

Now you dun heard a lot of talk me and my niggaz
Them Outlaw mobb figures
triumph to tragedy
To right on top and niggaz still mad at me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Straight from the heart, makin' 'em
Live for the day don't for tomorrow
Hatas gettin' wrong, I seen tha streets rap
Rounda with some niggaz
I seen put religion in the roughest of niggaz

They say don't live that long, too many turn-coals
That's fucked up, puttin' on your folks
the Outlawz instrumental
And raisin' a thug nation, we

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

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

Yeah, my mother ain't made no
Raised in the gutta, I'm a mothafucka
All I is get paid 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 bit of 'Pac E-docky
With Rocky and my pops you got me

Real talk, I never took a unless it was support
I'm stressin' ain't my
And I walk dogs, I'm a soldier
wanna be like me when you grow up?

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

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