Luyện nghe bài hát Realist in It

(Realest), in it (In it)
I was on the because I was suspended
Niggas, (Bitches)
I takin' shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, is not a rental
New AP, limited
be in the trenches, still be totin' pistols
I done to jail, I still can go and get 'em

Hold up, (Baby)
You been goin' crazy, who you wouldn't make it?
I keep somethin' to say to 'round the nation
I won't for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, that's some hate shit
See I'm out in public, why never say shit?
They know I pay for them to get a facelift
Penthouse at the top, I come out the basement
Opps talkin' crazy, hope my Glock jam
Gotta make it back home, care of my lil' one
When it's time to ride, I'm fuck makin' a diss song
Went and bought a Wraith for somethin' for us to sit
on
Every rapper on the send a song for me to get on
Ain't nothin' wrong, I the plug for me to get on
Ten thousand outfit, I got this shit on
DM-in' my ho, nigga I'ma shit on

(Realest), in it (In it)
I was on the block because I was
Niggas, (Bitches)
I ain't shots, I hope they don't get offended
G550, is not a rental
New AP, limited
Still be in the trenches, still be pistols
I went to jail, I still can go and get 'em (Wop)

cuttin' up, time for a button-up (Huh)
Haters crunched up like I cut an onion up (Damn)
Your rent pay for what I paid for the fade (Huh?)
Got the any day, yeah them Dikembes (Blockies)
Got the trap goin' up on a (Up)
Samurai, choppin' up work a sensei (Wop)
Cops is so safe, I rock like
don't really know no nothin' 'bout the old Ray (No)
out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (Huh)
Michael Jackson with the glove, Annie, are you
(Wow)
Junkies in the hood singin' the old Jay
Dope so good, make your uncle the Bluray (Damn)
the top off the Rolls like a toupée
Fiasco I pull up like I'm Lupe (Uh)
Castro, but now in the new day
Shoot him in the head, I ain't never him, no way
Billie Jean, bitch I'm see your whole team
He think he so I shot him in the doorway (Huh)
Another murder, boy, I'm for duckin' murder

Double murder, tried to pin it on me I'm OJ (Wow)
cross him like a nigga owe me
Cold-hearted like I never had a (It's Gucci)
Boss talk, make 'em it to your doorway
4 Full, whippin' up a four-way

(Realest), in it (In it)
I was on the block because I was
Niggas, (Bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get
G550, is not a rental
New AP, limited
Still be in the trenches, be totin' pistols
I done to jail, I still can go and get 'em

in the rear, put a million in the front (Rear)
What the fuck is fear? Chopper eat you it's lunch
(Fear)
and long, nigga, but we don't go for the punt
(Long)
Lookin' at the body, this ho is a runt (Thottie)
Wait, when we draw the chopper, niggas to run?
(Wait)
Wait, these bitches wanna come fuck a don? (Woo)
Wait, if a nigga talk about funds, I relate (Relate)
You hate, I did the race, (Skrrt)
Thinkin' like I'm Meech, M's in the (Meech)
Practice what I preach, on the daily (Practice what
I)
She not NeNe but she oh so crazy (She not NeNe)
Niggas plottin' and I peep with a (What I peep)
Push the money out, I'm in (Woo)
She fuck me for some clout, hurt my baby (Clout)
I got money stashed in my acres (Stash)
My left wrist sad 'cause my glacier

(Hey), in it (In it)
I was on the block because I was
Niggas, (Bitches)
I ain't takin' shots, I hope they don't get
G550, this is not a
New AP, edition
Still be in the trenches, be totin' pistols
I done to jail, I still can go and get 'em