Luyện nghe bài hát Realest Niggas In It

Excuse me for not introducing correctly
I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape
A.K.A. the Chamillinator, let's get 'em
You know what time it is, H-Town, up, you know who I am

Said it then I meant it, I'm the nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the nigga in it
Realest nigga in it, nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and I'ma it

Aye, Koopa it's been a minute
But the streets of the say they feeling you
me what you wanna know and I can lyrically give you an interview

Koopa been a minute fool but the streets
Of the say they feeling you
Tell me you wanna know
And I can lyrically you a interview

Well, one, why do wanna be
Ass suckers, be on your
being fake is in they blood
Can't with one click, so they switch

Two, why the hell these boys keep talking like you fail
'Cause they that bar been raised
So high that I can't them sales

Well, can you? Yeah, nigga wait and see
You got property, you better for me
I buy that land that you living on
And sell it right back to you like

three, who producing your album man?
Scott Storch, Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool and Dre
And the list on pimping
I'm coming down, hundred and I'm gunning
Loud ass growl when they humming
Chamillitary the that they summing

One and nothing, talking when I'm not around
Got nothing but bad
You you bad but Cham worse
You couldn't even F' with a damn

Plus you must be on that stuff, got 'em they Pampers
See me pull up on 24's, your hoe like antlers

They messing with you my nigga but I ain't tell you that
You know that, tell 'em who you is, the Mix Tape Messiah
Okay, tell 'em what you represent, mayn
Already, H-Town, stand up, go

Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest in it
Realest in it, realest nigga in it
You know that Texas, what it is, and represent it

nigga in it, when I'm riding it be tinted
And the trunk like it's dented 'cause the bass is at it's limit
Them niggaz they be talking, but them niggaz they live it
Said it in a sentence, they say how they distribute

When you see 'em, they be timid, ain't even independent
They be living with mama, man, these niggaz full of drama
They might smoke some marijuana but get up off they ass
Till I down in my slab, posted up behind that glass

Texas what it is, reflection on my wrist
Looking like a section of the on my chick
I don't need a click, all I need's a clip
Let them twenty bullets rip and niggaz flip
In this verse I'm so legit, I care what nigga you with
When you speak talk with a purpose or don't up your lip

Boys is out of line, how we gon' do it in 2005
We coming nigga, whoa, you all to the Man on Fire
DJ Smallz, Chamillionaire callabo, you know
I might be too fast for 'em, so let me slow it up
So, they can catch up with me, that's it is

Said it I meant it, I'm the realest nigga in it
Said it then I meant it, I'm the realest in it
Realest nigga in it, realest in it
You that Texas, what it is, and I'ma represent it

Houston been doing it back, since Up rap wasn't rap
Now, is back, to put that fact on the map
Lil' ass niggaz, fix your act or get slapped
We keep hollows up in holsters, get a package of blap

You could tell by the way the logo, sit above the brim
I'm to tell a chick, to go and get another friend
If her is right, she can have some fun and swim
Or I'll send her back board like the above the rim

Yeah, I gotta it in control
New say I'm nice, Texas niggaz say I'm thoed
From to Saigon, to Joe Budden and Southern Flows
Don't matter what I'm sold, the streets that I'm cold

Down the music slowed, po' a fo' in that cola
Fifth wheel falling back, my kit in a coma
Couple friendly ass suckers, boulder and boulder
They me that they ready to get 'em
Like Pimp C, I'm like hol' up, up

Yeah, it's Chamillionaire, the Mix Tape
And right now, I am the Man on
Representing for Houston Texas, the air waves
On the Chamillionaire mix tape

This a Fear Factor Music, Southern Smoke
Chamillitary, slash, Beat Yo Ass production man
'Bout to it to the next level on this one
Ay Smallz, give em another exclusive to brag about man

You ain't ready, I run streets