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
bitches ain't players, man

Peace to my street niggas that weight
Much love to my comrades who's out in
Mad connections the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch my name

Got a overload of guns to unload on a nigga trippin'
Wake up my posse, interrup' the Rmy
Four in your and keep bailin'
to the HK wailin' and your vital signs failin'

Everyone that ever met me
I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like
Command a that's immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she been hit, kid yo, you best to check it

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

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

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

And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play
Fire shoots out of my strap a ray-gun
You broke ill and you cold up
Now you're bleedin' through your fingers you're holdin' your gut

So get your 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

Get your how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the only the real will win
The game of life is only and true
But it's all the dollars when 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 your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't
Framed in the lens, friends
Who really got back, nigga, check it out
You really like zero street clout

The place you're 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 scared to

You front hardcore, but I don't ya
from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my Rolex quick 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
the 'Shaw with my niggas and clown
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 parlayin' new ways to get my bigger

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

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

the return of the real