Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

I niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should love that which is me
I to see niggas 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)

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

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

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

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'
the trigga, leave 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 fo' sho'

When we spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case wanna riff
He get a free to the cemetery
Rough very not 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 what she say
She give a fuck about your ass anyway

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

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, a nigga fo' sho'

I was young, my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O., she me the 'Ginger Bread Man'
I cut ya new case and tell her ass me if you can
Don't let your people feel 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 break yo' punk ass off

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

Pushy get hard, lip syncing my lyrics like Milli Vanilli
the hood, they feel me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, 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 don't feel a
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a 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 known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit or later
You haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit made it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's
You to your stomach

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

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

It's gonna feel like 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 put me in the position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A bit of the diggity dock diggity

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

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

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

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