Luyện nghe bài hát Realized

What? Look, okay, let's cut the crap
I'm gangsta forget the rap
I only stick with that my ma don't wanna see me flip the crack
And I'm quick to and spit the gat, I be dipped in black

Sip the mixed with Jack, Calico, clip to match
Like where cats who trippin' at? Point niggas out
'Cause right now I'm full of spinach that'll knock Lennox out
The Mack-10 is out, as well as the gauge and the

You turn the on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still in the dump
So if I come, nigga, save me a blade and a pump
I'm raised in the slum the bad grow

Unlike no other, I'm real gutta like bag
I stash O's in the drawers of my trash
I flash at the laws when they pass slow
I mash low in a stolen hot
The Mack's blow bullet holes for my flow
Is so?

I think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come here blastin' at y'all
If you don't get the hell when he by
That's your issue, God bless ya, you to die

Look, which one of niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up and his parent's street
When I blast, bullets faster than MC Hammer beats
I be damned if he get a to sleep

I clamp the magazine in my gun and cut his tree
I flash the piece at your lil' and make her dance for me
Then jam the freak a broom blood leak from her panty crease
There has to be some explanation for this

Yeah, y'all niggas faker than boy, now give me the dank
(Fill in the blank)
Niggas claim they want war when I you live in a tank
What's kid gonna think?
home and find your wig in the sink

I dig in the bank and pull out eighty, cruise to Haiti
For fifty G's I get ten keys and out weight it
I lock my down you can ask these boys
They know Wheezy got more white the Backstreet Boys

Never catch me unpack without plastic toys
It get drastic, boy, niggas askin' for it
Wheezy, nigga it's Wheezy,
Wheezy, nigga, it's Wheezy, nigga

I don't think you realize happenin', dog
That boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
And if you don't get the hell he swervin' by
your issue, God bless ya, you deserve to die

I hope y'all niggas understand I ain't playin' or jokin'
Bust shots, make you the Grand Canyon open
Leave a busta bandanna from hot hollows
Me and my flip your coke, then cop hot hoes

Two pistols, gun busta
Pump one under your chest and knock a lung ya
Hung under them killers and the pigs
And all of our diamonds and our trucks are big

And nigga, I don't really care if I sell a million quick
'Cause now I'll quit and go and sell a million bricks
I sticks to what I and that's the street
And stay from what I hate and that's police

And I keep a trigga on me to start blowin'
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his heart
When we all knowin' that Wheezy never been fake
The metal will spray and let the bullets tear up face

Who is Wheezy,
Who is Wheezy,
Wheezy,
Wheezy, nigga

Say, I don't think you what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to 'round here blastin' at y'all
Say, I don't you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all

It's Wheezy, nigga, Wheezy, nigga
Don't tangle it,
time to step down, ya heard me