Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

Peace to my niggas movin' 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 in touch with my name

Got a overload of to unload on a lame nigga 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 met me knows
I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like
a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she been hit, kid yo, you best to check it

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

We clubs and security shits
'Cause they know they got size but they know we keep
Crazy muthafuckas lickin' 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 treble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin' rocked, yo, E, cock the

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

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

Get your how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips only the will win
The game of is only fake 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 upset be
And if I fall I fall on cushions,
niggas up with the tec and watch the blood 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 street clout

The only place you're 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 hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and ya
Let me my Rolex quick because time's money
Squintin' from the pavet face because it's sunny

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

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

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

So get your how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips 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