Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

Yo, up with all these niggas
On these muthafuckin' records all this bullshit
I ain't tryin' to hear shit, man
bitches ain't players, man

Peace to my street niggas movin' that
Much to my comrades who's out in upstate
Mad from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got that's in touch with my name

Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame trippin'
up my posse, interrup' the Rmy sippin'
Four in your back and keep
Listen to the HK and your vital signs failin'

Everyone ever met me knows
I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like
Command a mack that's immaculate, your naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you to check it

For ten years I been to the top of this
your breath, kid, I'm never droppin' this
Too busy off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get hymns

We crash clubs and shits
'Cause know they got size but they know we keep clips
muthafuckas lickin' shots in doors
Leavin' suckers' bodies bleedin' over floors

You don't want none, son, gone
north when I come and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin' treble, you're just a
gettin' rocked, yo, E, cock the glock

And let these niggas know, yo, that the west play none
Fire shoots out of my like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you cold up
Now you're bleedin' through fingers while you're holdin' your gut

So get money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the only the real will win
The game of life is only and true
But it's all the dollars when the day is through

Get your money how you want to,
But when it's time to count the chips only the will win
The game of life is only fake and
But it's all the dollars when the day is through

It's the return of the
of the real

I go into the street life's anatomy
A nigga take me out, yo, what a that'd be
And if I fall I fall on cushions,
Hittin' niggas up with the tec and the blood gushin'

I see videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, bought
Who got your back, nigga, check it out
You really possess like zero clout

The only place you're is in the studio
Yellin' in the mic, a bitch, that's right
I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to

You hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my Rolex quick time's money
Squintin' from the pavet face because it's kinda

Skinnin' the top back, flossin' the rag and the
the sun, backin' off of my pinky ring
Hittin' the with my niggas and clown
the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground

But most of the time you see a nigga
in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bank bigger

So get your money how you to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips only the real win
The game of is only fake and true
But it's all about the dollars the day is through

So get your money how you want to,
But when it's time to count the chips the real will win
The game of life is only and true
But it's all about the when the day is through

the return of the real