Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

Yo, what's up with all these
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' weight
Much to my comrades who's out in upstate
Mad from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in with my name

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

that ever met me knows
I work bitches niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
a mack that's immaculate, your 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 rollin' off them fat chrome rims
And who trip get sung hymns

We crash clubs and security
'Cause they know they got but they know we keep clips
muthafuckas 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 face kickin' treble, you're just a
You're rocked, yo, E, cock the glock

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

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

It's the of the real
Return of the

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

I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't
Framed in the lens, friends
Who got your back, nigga, check it out
You really possess zero 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 what you got a gun, punk, scared to shoot

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

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

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 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 about the dollars the day is through

So get money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips only the 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