Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause are me
And I should only love that is me
I to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through
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)

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
Smokin' weed, ki's, makin' crazy Gs

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

Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I down the crowded blocks
Just in a nigga wanna act out
I black 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 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'

When we spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case dread wanna
He get a lift to the cemetery
Rough very not your ordinary, we watch you get

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

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish
Where the 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 like you don't a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a fo' sho'

I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O., she called me the Bread Man'
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 up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, watch the kid break it
Check it, shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' punk ass off

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

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli
Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on
Niggas out in Philly, they feel me, they bump my
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, 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 our name
If you say one more thing, it be nice

Here we go, I shoulda
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or
You haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and 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 find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate 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 some other shit
Then I'ma flip, then get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or 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 know what it is or what it 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 just rather Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tickety
A little bit of the diggity diggity

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

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

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