Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

Peace to my street niggas 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 with my name

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

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

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

We clubs and security shits
'Cause they know they got size but they we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin' in doors
Leavin' suckers' bodies over nightclub floors

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

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

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

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

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 I fall on cushions, [Incomprehensible]
niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin'

I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you know
Framed in the lens, bought
Who really got your back, nigga, it out
You really possess like street clout

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

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

the top back, flossin' the rag and the thing
Feelin' the sun, off of my pinky ring
the 'Shaw with my niggas and clown
Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the

But most of the you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bank

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

So get money how you want to, friend
But when time to count 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

It's the of the real