Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

to my street niggas movin' 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 guns to unload on a lame trippin'
Wake up my posse, interrup' the Rmy
Four in back and keep bailin'
Listen to the HK wailin' and your vital signs

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

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

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

You don't want none, son, gone
Break when I come and you might 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, the west don't play none
Fire shoots out of my strap like a
You broke ill and you fucked up
Now you're bleedin' through your fingers you're holdin' your 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 fake and true
But it's all about the dollars the day is through

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

the return of the real
Return of the

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

I see videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
in the lens, bought friends
Who got your back, nigga, check it out
You possess like zero street clout

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

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

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

But most of the you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives 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 and true
But it's all the dollars when the day is through

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 when the day is through

the return of the real