Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

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

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

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

When we smoke spliffs, we four fifths
in case dread wanna riff
He get a lift to the cemetery
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. fuck what she say
She give a fuck about your ass anyway

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

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'
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 Bread 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 up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it
it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll yo' punk ass off propa

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

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

I got 50 Cent, I got
in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be

Here we go, I known
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, 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 you're even takin' our label down
You better our building 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 hint for your own
'Cuz then it's gonna get to the
Where it escalates into other shit
Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to in my Air Force Ones
Won't be to tell if it's two pairs or it's one

It's gonna feel like so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat shoes
I know what it is or what it could 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 rather have tickle me
Hickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggity diggity

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

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

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

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