Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a boy
But I'm gonna y'all 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 love that which is me
I to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot 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 black get
With the hoods, fatigues the boots with trees
weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy Gs

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

Damn, a nigga style is
Grip the glock, when I walk down the blocks
Just in case a wanna act out
I just black out and blow they back out
a real 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, a nigga fo' sho'

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 pack four
Just in case wanna riff
He get a free lift to the
Rough very not your ordinary, we 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 your ass anyway

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

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'
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 me the 'Ginger Bread 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 gassed up to get up
B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off

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

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

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

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

Here we go, I shoulda
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 it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin'
You sick to your

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

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

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

they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tickety
A little bit of the dock 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 realest
Don't try to act like you feel our label
'Cuz we gon' around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady
We the label fo'

We the label
Don't try to act you don't feel 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 it takes to rock the mic, right?
Still watch what you say to me
'Cuz I'm off probation in then 6 months