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 'cause niggas are me
And I should only that which is me
I love to see niggas go changes
I love to see niggas through shit
And to all niggas 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 it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, crazy Gs

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

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

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'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo'

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'
Squeeze the trigga, a nigga fo' sho'

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

a real nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, the script and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. 'cause what she say
She don't give a fuck 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, the buddha

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'

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 her ass catch me if you can
Don't let people feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get gassed up to get up
Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it
Check it, thou 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 around like
Niggas is giddy 'til act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, don't want drama, really

niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, 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'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo'

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

we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some 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 stomach

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

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

It's gonna feel like there's so 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 pussies try to push me

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

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

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

We the label
Don't try to act like you don't our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and 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 to rock the mic, right?
Still what you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off in less then 6 months