Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk

Now you dun heard a lot of about me and my niggaz
Them Outlaw worldwide mobb
From to tragedy
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 my nigga got shot for
Bein' too raw for these fuckboys.

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

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

I mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your baby dun a G
When I'm out in them
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
'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 enough raw
Blame the machine but it I'm a hustla bitch
So we start our own label 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 last members fuckin' feelin' the same

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

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

I mama, you did your best at raisin' 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 streets, my thang cocked
'Cause really all I got in the everyday is me
Real

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

Real talk, I took a shall unless it was support
I'm stressin' ain't my
And I these dogs, I'm a soldier
Dontcha wanna be me when you grow up?

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

I mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your dun became a G
When I'm out in them
The one that 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 them streets, my thang
'Cause all I got in the game everyday is me
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