Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

I love niggas, I love niggas niggas are me
And I should only love 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)

up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with
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 drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her

Damn, a nigga is unorthodox
Grip the glock, I walk down the crowded blocks
in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out and blow they back out
That's a nigga for ya

We the realest,
50 Cent and B.I.G., my
try to act like 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 four fifths
Just in dread wanna riff
He get a lift to the cemetery
Rough very not your ordinary, we watch you get

That's a nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your
Spit at the D.A. 'cause what she say
She give a fuck about your ass anyway

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

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'

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
B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' ass off propa

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

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

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'

I got 50 Cent, I got
in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you 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 of us to love us
You it, G-Unit made it and Obie's 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 even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate it

I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for own benefit
'Cuz it's gonna get to the point
it escalates 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 feel like there's so many feet you
You think Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody these pussies try to push me

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

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

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

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