Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

I love niggas, I niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should only love which is me
I love to see go through changes
I love to see niggas through shit
And to all niggas that do it, I

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 Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black 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
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her

Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the blocks
Just in a nigga wanna act out
I just out and blow they motherfuckin' back out
a real nigga for ya

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 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'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack fifths
Just in case dread 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 don't give a fuck about 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 don't feel a
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a fo' sho'

When I was young, my M.O. was to go in hand
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 your feel you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

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

There's no like home, New York, New York
I run city and now I dance 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 Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, 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
try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

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

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

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

It's feel like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to me

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

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

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

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