Luyện nghe bài hát Return Of The Real

[Lloyd

I dont look for trouble, trouble me,
I be chilling the grillin right beside 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 that dont in fate,
suffer denial,
its how I succeed,
i be up a while,
how they were getting their
while i was stuck the bowel,
drove 100 valve me smile
my lifestyle make it rain on the crowd,
a cloud, i make a movie n-gga,
act wild, Stephen King em, em,
the flowers beds and n-ggas singing,
im swinging and my a hundred thousand,
they crowd em in housing cause I grew up round em,
up n-gga,

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

2]
Crispy like a 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 off them fake pendants,
them cubics and them ocs i do like the ogs,
im realer a death threat,
25 to life debt, they cut off my lights yet,
man i aint light sweat,
getting bright neck,
it I do not change,
i put it on a nice check you already know my 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 sh-t with, as long as I got the gift I need sh-t.

3]
Box cuttings bring Buck in,
these duckin all over nothin,
cos is enough to get turned into dust,
burners you thrust,
cos aint no sympathy in game for you and us,
plus n-ggas throwin dirt on name,
who you trust who could you call,
God forbid you another fall,
all we got here is crack, hip hop and ball,
aint kids, kids got clips cocked an all,
imma ball big or small,
coach i call the shots,
i just stand out cos a tall,
no barred with the God,
im show five the jog,
to the (?) for a job,
they 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,