Luyện nghe bài hát Realist in It

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

Hold up, (Baby)
You goin' crazy, who said you wouldn't make it?
I keep somethin' to say to dopeboys the nation
I stop for nothin', I'm chasin' after paper
Talkin' like I'm basic, really that's hate shit
See I'm out in public, why don't say shit?
They know I would pay for them to get a
Penthouse at the top, I from out the basement
Opps crazy, hope my Glock don't jam
Gotta make it back home, take of my lil' one
When it's time to ride, I'm like makin' a diss song
Went and a Wraith just for somethin' for us to sit
on
Every rapper on the send a song for me to get on
Ain't wrong, I used the plug for me to get on
Ten thousand dollar outfit, I got this on
my ho, another nigga I'ma shit on

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

Gucci cuttin' up, for a button-up (Huh)
Haters face crunched up like I cut an up (Damn)
Your rent pay for what I paid for the fade (Huh?)
Got the blocks any day, them Dikembes (Blockies)
Got the goin' up on a Wednesday (Up)
Samurai, choppin' up work a sensei (Wop)
Cops is so safe, I like Coldplay
They don't really know no nothin' the old Ray (No)
out my Box Chevy, me and OJ (Huh)
Michael with the glove, Annie, are you okay?
(Wow)
Junkies in the hood singin' the old Jay
Dope so good, make uncle sell 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 like him, no way
Jean, bitch I'm tryna see your whole team
He he slick 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)
Quadruple cross him a nigga owe me
Cold-hearted I never had a vertebrae (It's Gucci)
Boss talk, make 'em it to your doorway
4 Pockets Full, whippin' up a

(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, this is not a
New AP, limited
Still be in the trenches, still be totin'
I done went to jail, I can go and get 'em

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

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