Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

Peace to my street movin' that weight
love to my comrades who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the
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, the Rmy sippin'
Four in back and keep bailin'
Listen to the HK wailin' and vital signs failin'

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

For ten I been 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 clubs and security
'Cause they know 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, gone
Break north when I and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin' treble, just a pebble
You're gettin' rocked, yo, E, cock the

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

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

Get your money how you want to,
But when it's 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

It's the 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 with the tec and the blood gushin'

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

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

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' the pavet face because it's kinda sunny

Skinnin' the top back, 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, the front off the ground

But most of the time you can't see a
Deep in the archives parlayin' new 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 and true
But it's all about the dollars the day is through

So 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 about the dollars when the day is

It's the return of the