Luyện nghe bài hát Return Of The Real

[Lloyd

I look for trouble, trouble finds me,
I be chilling with the right beside me,
he put his f-cking eyes back in place,
i need a case to come out a one year ace,
you should see my face, n-ggas you BS,
b-tches me grapes,
I feed off negativity its bait,
all my n-ggas need a plate and those that even hate
that dont believe in fate,
suffer denial,
its how I succeed,
i be up a while,
how they were getting shot
i was stuck under the bowel,
drove 100 valve me smile
my style make it rain on the crowd,
a black cloud, i make a n-gga,
act wild, Stephen King em, em,
with the flowers 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,
this real,
the game,
nothing changed
except the change and n-ggas looking strange,
the of the real,
off the brain smelling 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 n-gga in Memphis,
we down fences
out the entrance,
you be my apprentice or get sent to the dentist,
right off the benches every sentence,
in my take off them fake pendants,
them cubics and them ocs i do this the ogs,
im realer than a threat,
25 to life debt, aint cut off my lights yet,
man i breaking light sweat,
diamond bright 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 back to the hood,
rap nuttin,
to that g sh-t you dont want it me sh-t,
that wood for 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 cuttings bring in,
these n-ggas duckin all 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 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 clips an all,
imma whether big or small,
hood i call the shots,
i just out cos a n-gga tall,
no holds barred the God,
im show five the jog,
to the (?) for a job,
they want gutter back,
no prob, i .. of oil (?)
they i go hard,
about as hard as it is to out them cuffs,
. me,
AK out this truck,