Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

Yo, what's up all these niggas
On these muthafuckin' talkin' all this bullshit
I ain't tryin' to hear shit, man
These ain't players, man

to my street niggas movin' that weight
Much love to my comrades out in upstate
Mad connections from the to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch my name

Got a overload of guns to unload on a nigga trippin'
Wake up my posse, the Rmy sippin'
in your back and keep bailin'
Listen to the HK wailin' and your signs failin'

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

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

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

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

And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't none
Fire shoots out of my strap a ray-gun
You broke ill and you fucked up
Now you're bleedin' through your fingers you're holdin' your gut

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

Get money how you want to, friend
But when it's to count the chips only the real will win
The of life is only fake and true
But it's all about the when the day is through

It's the return of the
of the real

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

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

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

You front hardcore, but I feel ya
Kids from my hood'll your punk ass and peel ya
Let me my Rolex quick because time's money
Squintin' from the pavet face because it's sunny

the top back, flossin' the rag and the thing
Feelin' the sun, backin' off of my ring
Hittin' the with my niggas and clown
Lift the ass, hit the switch, the front off the ground

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

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

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

It's the of the real