Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

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

Peace to my street niggas that weight
Much love to my comrades who's out in
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the
Street fame, I got much that's in touch my name

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

Everyone ever met me knows
I work bitches like niggas, pimp like hoes
Command a mack that's immaculate, your 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 your breath, kid, I'm never droppin'
Too rollin' off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get hymns

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

You want none, son, stay gone
Break north 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 these know, yo, that the west don't play none
shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you fucked up
Now you're bleedin' your fingers while you're holdin' your gut

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

Get your money how you want to,
But when it's to count the chips only the real will win
The of life is only fake and true
But all about the dollars 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 fall I fall on cushions,
Hittin' niggas up with the tec and the blood gushin'

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

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

You front hardcore, but I don't ya
Kids from my hood'll take punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my 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 with 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
in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bank bigger

So get your 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 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 and true
But it's all about the dollars the day is through

the return of the real