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 only love that is me
I love to see 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 with trees
weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy Gs

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

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

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, a nigga fo' sho'

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, leave a nigga fo'

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

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

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish
the hand 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'
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 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 shalt not fuck wit Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off

There's no place home, New York, New York
I run this and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they want drama, really

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they me, I'm on fire
out in Philly, they feel me, they bump 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 feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, a nigga fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got
D-Twizzy's in this bitch Obie Trice
So what you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it be nice

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 to your stomach

50 is 50 Cent
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 into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too into it

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

It's feel like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made into cleat tennis shoes
I don't what it is or what it could be
But I get a when these pussies try to push 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 dock, tickety tock tickety
A bit of the diggity dock diggity

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

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