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 love for New York, niggas, you

I love niggas, I love 'cause niggas are me
And I should only that 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 Smalls grips it
And it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' Gs

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

Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded
Just in case a wanna act out
I just black out and blow they motherfuckin' out
a real 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 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'

we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the
Rough very not ordinary, we watch you get buried

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

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish
Where the scales are real 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'
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 Bread
I cut ya new case and tell her ass me if you can
Don't let your people you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

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

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

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli
the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they 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 feel a
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 watch you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it be nice

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

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

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

It's gonna like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis
I know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to me

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

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

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

We the label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our
'Cuz we gon' 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 the mic, right?
watch what you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off probation in then 6 months