Luyện nghe bài hát Realist

X4
I'm the
the nigga
the realest

1]
I-20's in the building, set it off and get it
I got something in the truck, to get the crunk and start the
'em popping, I'm a pop it, where ya crews at? (crews at?)
Oh yeah you riding clean but nigga ya shoes at? (shoes at?)
I I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me nigga
I it loaded just for drama, let it go in you nigga
And I ain't scared of of y'all, talking gums with you white
you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but dices
Now, who the realest south?, spittin game with that speech
These niggaz recognize my face and they name on the street
Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can't now (breathe now)
Shit, we been for a while, its time to eat now (eat now)
You these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm blocking they dreams
I'm top five, dead or alive off one
And this twenty talking to you neva forget
And since y'all a bunch of pussies, you to get wet, bet

X4
I'm the
the nigga
the nigga

2]
It easy, but I do it like its nothing to me
Now everybody greasy but they frontin' to me
Oh you down to move a pound, where ya weight at (weight at)
I got a deal just off a verse and hate that (hate that)
After the show, pull ya hoe, make her leave the clique
Disrespect, cause an effect of a trick
While you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up and
We on tour, whores every city wit hit
Then that yak get the flowin', DJ play the
If you know you ain't swaggin, time to head for the
'cause I'm fiendin' for the top, I can taste (taste that)
I you down to cut me shawty, where that face at? (face at?)
Don't ever the dealer, nigga try and get smoked
My niggaz chop a in half and call that shit diet coke
And it's the hardest going, nigga leave it ain't that
I-20s in this bitch, and that shit is a wrap, Go

X4
I'm the
the nigga
the nigga

Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty)
Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty)

3]
Its time to dig ya chest, I been waiting for a minute
Know you heard my vest, you can't wait to get up in it
If ya is into singing then its no prob (no prob)
But I don't care if she can blow, I a blow job (blow job)
Push the seat way back, while a ride slow
With a short dog 'Lac, gone off
Playboy 2-0, shoot a on a stripper
And she down to fuck us all, and a damn if we tip her
'cause this the big league and you all shooters
And ya going go, so the heat's going through ya
If you down to make a stand, you get laid down (laid down)
That just the way these niggaz livin gin the (A-Town)
Throw ya side up high, let the know you repping
Any zone, any hood, any block, any (come on)
I'm the first choice, when its come to who's realest
Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you it

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga