Luyện nghe bài hát Return Of The Real

[Lloyd

I dont look for trouble, trouble me,
I be chilling with the grillin right me,
wisely he put his eyes back in place,
i dont need a case to come out a one ace,
you should see my face, feed you BS,
feed me grapes,
I off negativity its easy bait,
all my n-ggas need a plate and those that even hate
those dont believe in fate,
from denial,
its how I succeed,
i be up a while,
how they getting their shot
i was stuck under the bowel,
drove 100 valve makes me
my lifestyle style make it on the crowd,
a cloud, i make a movie n-gga,
act wild, Stephen em, bring em,
with the flowers beds and singing,
im swinging and my a hundred thousand,
they crowd em in public housing I grew up round em,
up n-gga,

Its the of the real,
this real,
the game,
aint changed
except the change and n-ggas looking strange,
the of the real,
off the brain smelling like Jane,
and my Im as raw as cocaine,
its the of the real
complain, up your game, maintain,
keep it still sh-t is in the field,
the return of the real and I
to it may concern,
these n-ggas learn,
being burnt, burnt,

2]
Crispy like a n-gga in Memphis,
we down fences
out the entrance,
you could be my or get sent to the dentist,
right off the benches every sentence,
in my attendance take off them pendants,
them cubics and them ocs i do this the ogs,
im realer than a threat,
25 to debt, they aint cut off my lights yet,
man i aint breaking sweat,
getting bright neck,
it I do not change,
i put it on a nice check you already my price range,
bet it all on a game,
6.45 and Ive giving back to the hood,
rap nuttin,
to that g you dont want it with me sh-t,
that wood for wood million would give it to you for sh-t,
what you up your weed with,
get high speed with, as long as I got the gift I dont need sh-t.

3]
Box cutter bring Buck in,
these duckin all over nothin,
cos nothin is to get turned into dust,
burners you thrust,
cos aint no sympathy in this for you and us,
n-ggas throwin dirt on your name,
who you trust who could you call,
God you take another fall,
all we got round is crack, hip hop and ball,
kids aint kids, kids got clips an all,
ball whether big or small,
hood i call the shots,
i just out cos a n-gga tall,
no holds barred the God,
im five the hoes jog,
to the (?) for a job,
want that gutter back,
no prob, i .. of oil (?)
they i go hard,
as hard as it is to stay out them cuffs,
. me,
n-ggas AK out truck,