Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

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

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

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

For ten years I been to the top of this
Hold your breath, kid, I'm droppin' this
Too busy rollin' off them fat rims
And niggas who get sung hymns

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

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

And let these know, yo, that the west don't play none
shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you fucked up
Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while 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 is only fake and true
But all about the dollars when the day is through

Get money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips 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 return of the
Return of the

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

I see your videos, a 100 in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, friends
Who really got 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 you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're to shoot

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

Skinnin' the top back, flossin' the rag and the
Feelin' the sun, off of my pinky ring
Hittin' the 'Shaw with my niggas and
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 money how you want to, friend
But when time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of life is fake and true
But all about the dollars when the day is through

So get money how you want 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 when the day is through

It's the of the real