Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

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

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

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

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

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 we smoke spliffs, we four fifths
in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the
Rough 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 a fuck about your ass anyway

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

We the realest,
50 Cent and B.I.G., my
Don't try to act like you don't a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, a nigga 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 case and her ass catch me if you can
let your people feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, the kid break it down
Check it, shalt not fuck 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
Niggas is '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, they me, I'm on fire
out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged, you know, my shit, bitch

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

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

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

50 percent is 50
The other 50 percent is who's color it is
Well, if you're even considering takin' our label
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 it's gonna get to the point
Where it into some 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 gonna like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it be
But I get a woody when these try to push me

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

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

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

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

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