Luyện nghe bài hát The Real

I don't know whats wrong wit these fuckaz, winin alwayz cryin he ain't
doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha get wit me i try to teach a
motha fucka somthin and then just jump in here talk about goin AWOL who
the fuck goin AWOL man i let these fuckaz in here, then they go to the
fuckin man and sell they fukin sole for a couple o bitchez and a blunt
man. How we to respect that whoadie, if any fuckin producers runnin
they mouth man pay fo the equip met a motha fucka couldn't even make beef
fo a hundred and two dollaz man. show a nigga how ta deal papa, and dats
i get in return man. How u talkin bout u ain't wit no limit no more? y
don't u bring bak the tank then You ain't gawta bring it bak to me man
i kno u scared, it to me. What r ya keepin it fo protection? What are ya
gonna do wit the punta? Cover it up wit a suit? Thats somthin that some
bitchez would do. Oh Yeah, when i met ya ya'll had nothin, now ya and ya
got nothin again punta. Ain't no real niggaz gone wit ya. Sell all the
stories ya want to the i don't give a fuck. I don't have no image to
hold, you do, i'm from the streets, where you from? Wha u gone the police
and press charges every ya get ya ass whooped? What kinda gangsta are u