Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

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

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

See the darkness, see the light, he feel it
Misery company and that's the real shit
But in 2005 I'm on some shit
Fo' niggaz sneak me and peel this

I'm takin' a stand with Mac in hand..a born
Like niggaz from Pakistan
It's simple, 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
I'm out in them streets
The only one got me is me
I keep my hand my heat

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

Everyday is a new
I'm a in my new balance
A lot of rappers but not 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 for the voiceless
Outlaw soldiers, we in the game
Years last members fuckin' feelin' the same

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

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

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 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 game is me
talk

Yeah, my ain't made no sucker
Raised in the gutta, I'm a mothafucka
All I know is get paid
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 black Rocky and my you got me

Real talk, I never a shall unless it was support
I'm ain't my thought
And I these 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 solva
Big ass Cig, that's shit
Plus the bully that a automatic

I know mama, you did your 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 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
Real talk, y la