Luyện nghe bài hát Realized

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

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

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

Unlike no other, I'm real gutta bag 'Bauds
I stash O's in the of my trash hoes
I flash dough at the laws when they 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 boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at y'all
If you don't get the when he swervin' by
That's issue, God bless ya, you deserve to die

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

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

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

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

Never me unpack without them plastic toys
It get drastic, boy, that's askin' for it
Wheezy, nigga it's Wheezy,
Who? Wheezy, nigga, Wheezy, nigga

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

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

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

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

And I keep a somewhere on me to start blowin'
And leave a nigga somewhere lonely with his showin'
When we all knowin' Wheezy have 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 think you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come here blastin' at y'all
Say, I don't you realize what's happenin', dog
That lil' boy's 'bout to come 'round here blastin' at

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