Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

to my street niggas movin' that weight
Much love to my comrades 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 on a lame nigga trippin'
Wake up my posse, the Rmy sippin'
Four in your and keep bailin'
to the HK wailin' and your vital signs failin'

Everyone that ever met me
I bitches like niggas, pimp niggas 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 rollin' off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung

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

You want none, son, stay 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 out of my strap like a ray-gun
You ill and you cold fucked 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 all about the dollars when the day is through

Get your how you want to, friend
But when 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 when the day is

the return of the real
Return of the

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

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

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

You front hardcore, but I feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my Rolex quick because money
Squintin' from the pavet because it's kinda sunny

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

But most of the you can't 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 is only fake and true
But it's all about the when the day is through

So 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 fake and
But it's all about the when the day is through

It's the return of the