Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

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

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

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

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

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

And let these niggas know, yo, that the west play none
Fire out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you fucked up
Now you're bleedin' through your while you're 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 life is fake and true
But it's all about the when the day is through

Get your money how you 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

It's the return of the
Return of the

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

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

The only place you're safe is in the
Yellin' in the mic, you'se a bitch, right
I take a like you and make him prostitute cute
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 punk ass and ya
Let me check my Rolex quick time's money
Squintin' from the pavet face it's kinda sunny

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

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

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

So get your money how you want to,
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 the dollars when the day is through

the return of the real