Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

Now you dun heard a lot of about me and my niggaz
Them worldwide mobb figures
From to tragedy
To right back on top and niggaz mad at me

For pushin' that big truck on
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 wanna it
Misery loves company and that's the shit
But in 2005 I'm on some kill
Fo' sneak upon me and peel this

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

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

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

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

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

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

They say gangstaz don't live long, too many turn-coals
fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the Outlawz
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 only one got me is me
I my hand upon my heat

'Cause you know mama you raise no bitch
So if a nigga get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang
'Cause really all I got in the game is me
talk

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

And ain't no body no where that can me
Call me cocky..you tennis, I'm
Mix a little bit of 'Pac
With black and my pops you got me

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

A man of honor comma, 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 dun became a G
I'm out in them streets
The one that got me is me
I my hand upon my heat

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