Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

Yo, what's up with all these
On these muthafuckin' records talkin' all bullshit
I ain't tryin' to hear 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 to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my

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

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

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

We crash clubs and security
'Cause they know they got but they know we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin' in doors
Leavin' bodies bleedin' over nightclub floors

You want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might live
Yeah, my face kickin' treble, you're a pebble
You're rocked, yo, E, cock the glock

And let these niggas know, yo, that the 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 holdin' your gut

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

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

the return of the real
Return of the

I go deep into the street anatomy
A nigga me out, yo, what 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 your videos, a 100 in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, bought
Who really got your back, nigga, it out
You really like zero street clout

The only 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, you're scared to

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

Skinnin' the top back, the rag and the thing
Feelin' the sun, backin' off of my ring
Hittin' the 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 ways to get my bank

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

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 the dollars when the day is through

It's the return of the