Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

Peace to my street movin' that weight
love to my comrades who's out in upstate
Mad from 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 on a lame nigga trippin'
Wake up my posse, the Rmy sippin'
Four in back and keep bailin'
Listen to the HK and your vital signs failin'

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

For ten years I been connected to the top of
Hold your breath, kid, I'm droppin' this
Too busy rollin' off them fat rims
And niggas who get sung hymns

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

You don't want none, son, gone
Break north when I 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 while you're your gut

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

Get your how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips the real will win
The of life 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 me out, yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I I fall on cushions, [Incomprehensible]
niggas up with the tec and watch the blood gushin'

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

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

You front hardcore, but I don't ya
Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and ya
Let me check my Rolex because time's money
Squintin' from the pavet face because it's sunny

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

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

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 when the day is through

So get money how you want to, friend
But when it's to count 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

It's the of the real