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 love for New York, niggas, you

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

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

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

We the realest,
50 and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

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 nigga fo'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack fifths
Just in case dread riff
He get a free to the cemetery
very 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
Spit at the D.A. 'cause fuck she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass

Up Northbound, first stop, and fish scale
the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo stain
Yo, G, pass the

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'
Squeeze the trigga, a nigga fo' sho'

When I was young, my M.O. was to go in hand
And even my P.O., she called me the Bread Man'
I cut ya new case and her ass catch me if you can
let your people feel 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, shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, break yo' punk ass off propa

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

niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they feel me, I'm on
Niggas out in Philly, they 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 don't feel a
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
the trigga, leave a nigga fo' sho'

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

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

50 percent is 50
The other 50 is who's color 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 ain't 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
it escalates into 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 or it's one

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

Thinkin gon' put me in the position to pickle 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 dock

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

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

in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to the mic, right?
Still what you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off probation in less then 6