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,
b-tches me grapes,
I feed off its easy bait,
all my n-ggas need a plate and those that dont hate
those that believe in fate,
suffer denial,
its how I succeed,
i be up a while,
how they getting their shot
while i was under the bowel,
drove 100 valve me smile
my lifestyle style 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 medallions a thousand,
they crowd em in public cause I grew up round em,
up n-gga,

Its the of the real,
this real,
the game,
nothing changed
except the change and these looking strange,
the of the real,
off the brain smelling Mary Jane,
and my Im as raw as cocaine,
its the of the real
dont complain, up 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 down in Memphis,
we down fences
out the entrance,
you be my apprentice or get sent to the dentist,
right off the shine every sentence,
in my take off them fake pendants,
them cubics and them ocs i do this the ogs,
im than a death threat,
25 to life debt, aint cut off my lights yet,
man i breaking light sweat,
getting diamond neck,
it I do not change,
i put it on a check you already know 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 it to you for free 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,
n-ggas duckin all over nothin,
cos nothin is enough to get turned dust,
burners you thrust,
cos no sympathy in this game for you and us,
plus throwin dirt on your name,
who could you who could you call,
God you take another fall,
all we got here is crack, hip hop and ball,
kids aint kids, got clips cocked an all,
imma whether big or small,
coach i call the shots,
i just out cos a n-gga tall,
no barred with the God,
im five the hoes jog,
to the (?) for a job,
they want that back,
no prob, i .. of oil (?)
know i go hard,
about as hard as it is to out them cuffs,
. me,
n-ggas AK out truck,