Luyện nghe bài hát That's Real

1: AZ]
I holds it down for the that live in a box
And little grimy niggaz that live in them spots
Venimous plots, real nine ?
with the drop
Hammer cocks, you a shot
motha fucka, we blend with the blocks
Live niggaz, type to 10 on a watch
Face it
Hit it straight to taste wit it
Fuck
Cop bottles, whole wit it
war
Niggaz beef no more
See the kill for real or don't eat no
Sleep no
Hollow eat you raw
Straight the right cheek of your jaw (blaow)
get it on
With the guns
or die
No wrong
shitted on
My
Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your
Wrap up if you the cold
That's

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

[Verse 2: Sigel]
I break when I want to
Jaws I want to
Everybody, get them on the floor I come through
the rules not to move when I come to jam you
Two
One in my one in the tan room
The
I could less if theres ten of you
I'm for stress
Do few men can do
Send a few you
you, you injured two
Mack 11 ya hit your
Sent it off in his
Mack pop the pistol
Cop fish
Used to pop a quick
that ? shit
Gun on the missile tip
Hit that main shit
Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, tissue shit
I hit you niggaz where it at
you little niggaz they dirt at
Where they pump work at
Recognize when the motha fuckin' in here
Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth year
real

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

Ya mind and the things that it conjure up
Even worse when you and Ganja'd up
see it now
Feet duck taped, in cuffs
Your conscience
Pissey be on your

[Beanie
I roll with niggaz clap you up
Get locked and wait for you to get and whack you up
Stick a fuckin' sword in ya
Make everybody on the motha fuckin' see the broad in ya

Arm the ?
Niggaz need to 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)

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

[Hook: Sigel] - repeat 3X
My spit my block men
Everyday ya upstate boxed in
Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they in
You can hear 'em when they when they boxed in
real
My spit my street men
All day, yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, dumb let 'em creep in
real