Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause are me
And I should only love which is me
I love to see go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through
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 kicks it quick, you know how black get
With the hoods, with the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' Gs

Hittin' buckshots at niggas open spots on the avenue
Take my and I'm baggin' you
hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, her wet in her pantyhose

Damn, a nigga style is
Grip the glock, when I walk the crowded blocks
Just in case a wanna act out
I just black out and they motherfuckin' back out
That's a nigga for ya

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

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

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

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

Up Northbound, first stop, and fish scale
Where the hand scales are ill
You'll be a Hoover, doo doo stain remover
Yo, G, pass the

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

When I was young, my M.O. was to go 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 people feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

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

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

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

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

I got 50 Cent, I got
in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our
If you say one more thing, it be nice

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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