Luyện nghe bài hát That's Real

1: AZ]
I it down for the convicts that live in a box
And little grimy niggaz that live in them spots
plots, real nine ? glocks
Spin the drop
cocks, sent you a shot
Brooklyn fucka, we blend with the blocks
Live niggaz, to spend 10 on a watch
lift it
Hit it nuttin' to taste wit it
Fuck
Cop bottles, case wit it
war
Niggaz don't beef no
See the kill for or don't eat no more
Sleep no
tips'll eat you raw
Straight the right cheek of your jaw (blaow)
get it on
With the guns
or die
No whats
Gettin' on
My
Cut you up with some shit that'll your soul
Wrap up if you feel the
real

[Hook: Beanie
My' spit from my men
Everyday ya upstate boxed in
Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when locked in
You can hear 'em when they when they boxed in
real
My spit my street men
All day, smuggle yay ya Jeep's in
Never play where you lay we sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's let 'em creep in
That's

2: Beanie Sigel]
I break laws I want to
Jaws when I to
Everybody, get them on the when I come through
Know the rules not to when I come to jam you
Two
One in my one in the tan room
The
I could care less if ten of you
I'm built for
Do few men can do
Send a few you
Injured you, you two
11 ya hit your Chevy
Sent it off in his
pop the pistol well
Cop fish
Used to pop a quick
that ? shit
Gun still on the tip
Hit that tissue shit
Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain shit
I hit you where it hurt at
you little niggaz they dirt at
Where they pump work at
Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in
Beanie Sieg thing in the booth this year
That's

Beanie Sigel]
My spit from my men
ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a (marriage) ? through the gate they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when boxed in
real
My spit from my men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya in
Never play where you lay we ain't
Spot clean, FED's let 'em creep in
real

Ya little and the things that it conjure up
Even when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up
see it now
Feet taped, arms in cuffs
conscience fucked
Pissey be on bluff

[Beanie
I roll niggaz that'll clap you up
Get and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up
a motha fuckin' sword in ya
Make everybody on the motha fuckin' block see the in ya

Arm the ?
Niggaz to bomb wit us
wit us
Bust of chronic wit us
Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella arm your pups
Play the game your palms get touched (nigga)

Sigel]
I (spiffin?) niggas doin' a long
All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone
Keep the guards so they got they own line
on the block still make they own wine
That's

[Hook: Beanie Sigel] - 3X
My spit from my men
Everyday ya upstate gettin' in
Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when boxed in
Tha'ts
My spit from my men
All day, yay pull ya Jeep's in
play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's let 'em creep in
real