Luyện nghe bài hát Realist

X4
I'm the
the realest
the realest

1]
I-20's in the building, set it off and get it
I got something in the truck, to get the and start the action
Keep 'em popping, I'm a pop it, where ya at? (crews at?)
Oh yeah you riding clean but where ya shoes at? (shoes at?)
I said I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me
I keep it loaded for drama, let it go in you nigga
And I ain't of none of y'all, talking gums with you white
Yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but
Now, who the realest down south?, game with that speech
These niggaz recognize my face and keep they on the street
Oh you been waitin', you hatin', you can't breathe now (breathe now)
Shit, we been cookin for a while, its to eat now (eat now)
You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm blocking they
I'm top five, or alive off one sixteen
And twenty talking to you nigga neva forget
And since y'all a bunch of pussies, you to get wet, bet

X4
I'm the
the realest
the realest

2]
It easy, but I do it like its nothing to me
Now everybody talking greasy but 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 niggaz hate (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, pullin whores city wit hit
Then that yak get the flowin', DJ the record
If you you ain't swaggin, time to head for the exit
'cause I'm for the top, I can taste that (taste that)
I know you down to cut me shawty, where face at? (face at?)
Don't ever play the dealer, nigga try and get
My niggaz chop a brick in half and call that diet coke
And it's the hardest shit going, leave it ain't that
in this bitch, and that shit is a wrap, Lets Go

X4
I'm the
the nigga
the realest

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

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

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga