Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's the of the real
Return of the

I go deep into the street anatomy
A nigga take me out, yo, what a upset 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 in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, bought
Who really got back, nigga, check it out
You really possess like zero street

The place you're safe is in the studio
in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
I a nigga like you and make 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 take your punk ass and ya
Let me check my quick because time's money
Squintin' from the pavet because it's kinda sunny

Skinnin' the top back, flossin' the rag and the
Feelin' the sun, backin' off of my pinky
Hittin' the 'Shaw with my niggas and
Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the off the ground

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

So get your money how you want to,
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

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 it's all about the dollars the day is through

the return of the real