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 one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

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

Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the boots trees
Smokin' weed, ki's, makin' crazy Gs

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

Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga 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 like you don't a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, a nigga fo' sho'

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'
the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we four fifths
in case dread wanna riff
He get a free to the cemetery
Rough very not your ordinary, we watch you get

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

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and fish
Where the hand 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 fo' sho'

I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And my P.O., she called me the 'Ginger Bread Man'
I cut ya new case and her ass catch me if you can
Don't let your people feel awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

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

There's no place like home, New York, New
I run this 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 like Vanilli
Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on
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
try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got
in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our
If you say one more thing, it be nice

we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's comin', comin'
You sick to your

50 is 50 Cent
The other 50 percent is who's skin it is
Well, if you're even considering takin' our down
You better our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too into it

I'm tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit
'Cuz it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates into other shit
Then I'ma flip, 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 gonna feel there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know it is or what it could be
But I get a woody 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 dickory dock, tock tickety
A bit of the diggity dock diggity

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

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

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

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