Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

Peace to my street niggas movin' weight
Much to my comrades 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 overload of guns to on a lame nigga trippin'
Wake up my posse, the Rmy sippin'
Four in your back and keep
Listen to the HK and your vital signs failin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the return of the real
Return of the

I go deep the street life's anatomy
A nigga take me out, yo, a upset that'd be
And if I fall I fall on cushions,
Hittin' niggas up the tec and watch the blood gushin'

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

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

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

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

But most of the time you see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin' new to get my bank bigger

So get your money how you want to,
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

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 only fake and
But all about the dollars when the day is through

It's the return of the