Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

Yo, what's up with all niggas
On muthafuckin' records talkin' all this bullshit
I tryin' to hear that shit, man
These bitches players, man

Peace to my niggas movin' that weight
Much love to my comrades who's out in
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'
up my posse, interrup' the Rmy sippin'
Four in your back and bailin'
Listen to the HK wailin' and your signs failin'

Everyone that ever met me
I work bitches niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
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 breath, kid, I'm never droppin' this
Too busy off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung

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

You want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might live
Yeah, my face kickin' treble, you're a pebble
You're gettin' rocked, yo, E, the glock

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

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 dollars the day is through

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

the return of the real
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 videos, a 100 niggas 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
Yellin' in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's
I take a nigga you and make him prostitute cute
So you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot

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

Skinnin' the top back, 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
in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bank bigger

So get your money how you want to,
But it's 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 the day is through

So get your how you want to, friend
But it's 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 return of the