Luyện nghe bài hát Return Of The Real

[Lloyd

I dont look for trouble, finds me,
I be chilling with the grillin right me,
wisely he put his eyes back in place,
i dont need a to come out a one year ace,
you should see my face, feed you BS,
feed me grapes,
I feed off negativity its 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
while i was under the bowel,
drove 100 valve makes me
my lifestyle style it rain on the crowd,
a black cloud, i make a n-gga,
act wild, King em, bring em,
with the flowers and n-ggas singing,
im and my medallions a hundred thousand,
crowd em in public housing cause I grew up round em,
up n-gga,

Its the of the real,
this real,
the game,
aint nothing
except the change and these n-ggas strange,
the of the real,
off the brain smelling like Jane,
and my Im as raw as cocaine,
its the of the real
dont complain, up game, maintain,
keep it sh-t is real in the field,
the of the real and I return
to it may concern,
these dont learn,
they burnt, burnt,

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

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