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 one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

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

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

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

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

Damn, a nigga style is
the glock, when I walk down 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 and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
the trigga, leave 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, leave a fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four
Just in case wanna riff
He get a free to the cemetery
very not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

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

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and scale
Where the hand are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain
Yo, G, the buddha

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'
the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

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

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

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

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

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'
the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got
D-Twizzy's in this with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you our name
If you say one more thing, it be nice

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

50 percent is 50
The other 50 is who's color skin it is
Well, if you're considering takin' our label down
You better our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I tryin' to get too intricate into it

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

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

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

Mixed with a little bit of the jig jiga
a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb

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

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

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