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 in the truck, to get the crunk and start the action
'em popping, I'm a pop it, where ya crews at? (crews at?)
Oh yeah you clean but nigga where ya shoes at? (shoes at?)
I said I put this on my momma, no hoe in me nigga
I keep it just for drama, let it go in you nigga
And I scared of none of y'all, talking gums with you white
Yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' nothing but
Now, who the down south?, spittin game with that speech
These recognize my face and keep they name on the street
Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you breathe now (breathe now)
Shit, we been for a while, its time to eat now (eat now)
You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm they dreams
I'm top five, or alive off one sixteen
And this twenty talking to you nigga forget
And y'all a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga

2]
It easy, but I do it like its nothing to me
Now everybody talking 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
you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up and quit
We on tour, pullin whores every wit hit
Then that yak get the flowin', DJ the record
If you know you 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?)
ever play the dealer, nigga try and get smoked
My niggaz chop a brick in half and call that diet coke
And it's the shit 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 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 for a minute
Know you about my vest, you can't wait to get up in it
If ya girl is into then its no prob (no prob)
But I don't if she can blow, I want a blow job (blow job)
Push the seat way back, while a pimp slow
With a short dog 'Lac, gone off
Playboy 2-0, a grand on a stripper
And she down to us all, and give a damn if we tip her
this the big league and you all street shooters
And ya shoots going go, so the heat's going ya
If you ain't down to make a stand, you get down (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 choice, when its come to who's realest
Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you it

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga