Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a boy
But I'm gonna y'all niggas out
I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

I niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should love that which is me
I love to see niggas go changes
I love to see niggas shoot shit
And to all niggas that do it, I

To all my
(Niggas)
To all my
(You understand?)
To all my
(It's war, nigga)
To all my
(I'll you away)

up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots trees
Smokin' weed, ki's, makin' crazy Gs

Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open on the avenue
my loot and I'm baggin' you
Pimpin' hoes that Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her

Damn, a nigga is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga act out
I just black out and blow they motherfuckin' out
That's a nigga for ya

We the realest,
50 Cent and B.I.G., my
Don't try to act like you don't feel a
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo'

We the realest,
50 and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack fifths
Just in case dread riff
He get a free lift to the
Rough not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

That's a real for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip lawyer
Spit at the D.A. 'cause fuck she say
She don't give a about your ass anyway

Up Northbound, stop, Watertown and fish scale
the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo remover
Yo, G, pass the

We the realest,
50 and B.I.G., my nigga
try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a fo' sho'

I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O., she called me the 'Ginger Man'
I cut ya new and tell her ass catch me if you can
Don't let your people feel awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get up to get blast up
B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll yo' punk ass off propa

no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city and now I dance like Diddy
is giddy 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Milly, they don't want drama, really

niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged, you know, my shit, bitch

We the realest,
50 and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got
D-Twizzy's in this bitch Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you our name
If you say one thing, it won't be nice

Here we go, I known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or
You little haters are too of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's
You sick to your

50 is 50 Cent
The other 50 percent is who's color it is
Well, if even considering takin' our label down
You better our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate it

I'm just tryin' to give you a hint for your own benefit
then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates into some other
I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Won't be able to if it's two pairs or it's one

It's gonna feel like so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat shoes
I don't know it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these try to push me

Thinkin they gon' put me in the to pickle me
tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tock tickety
A little bit of the dock diggity

with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of
Look at me, I'm just the diggity

We the realest
Don't try to act like you don't feel our
'Cuz we gon' fuck and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Records
We the label fo'

We the realest
Don't try to act like you feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gon' kill yo' fuckin' fa sho

in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic,
Still watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm off probation in then 6 months