Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

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

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

I'm a stand with Mac in hand..a born killer
Like them niggaz Pakistan
It's simple, 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 dun became a G
I'm out in them streets
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
talk

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause you mama you didn't raise no bitch
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 made
All I know is get paid
All day mothafucka, one way or

And no body no where that can stop me
Call me cocky..you tennis, I'm
Mix a little bit of E-docky
black Rocky and my pops you got me

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

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

I know mama, you did your best at me
Now your dun became a G
When I'm out in 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 wanna 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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