Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggas

Bad Boy in' the for the '95
Big shout out to my man Mel
My man Don Cee San in' the
What's up Ray, what's up boo?

of mama screaming that, "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a
Simple and plain, my man scooped me in' a
Whispered in his ear "This is we got to do, G"

Got to bang a nigga and bang a good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the fuck out the
'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your 12 months"
Can't live life rocks and smoking blunts

Hanging wit' the don't pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a vic
Yo, you see shit?
(Hell yeah, I that shit)

Dominican, yeah whateva
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the
Two keys, 20 G's, please,
Blew his brain's out 'cause witnesses we leave

On the road to riches and rings
'Cause real do real things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
Real niggaz do things

On the to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real do real things

After mad and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a
Mad games, tables and candy
A little extra loot be comin' in handy

it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5
Bought the 6 Delvecc, the Lex, we was set
We no had all in' the projects
Niggas slingin' O's he the profit, no one could stop it

We was it up
All the sexy young ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the I killed is out to kill me

as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun
The had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I missing had to get out this position

Niggas hitting, feel a hot one in my back
six shots, smoked a nigga wit' the mac
The nigga the shottie still busting, cussing
Mighty and puntas

All I'm tryin' to do is ya
Two in' the ruger
Booh-yeah, his ass out
Then I out
(Passed out, out)

On the road to the and diamond rings
niggaz do real things
Hanging the niggaz is the song I sing
niggaz do real things

On the road to the riches and rings
Real niggaz do things
Hanging the niggaz is the song I sing
niggaz do real things

Bad Boy in the house, for the '95
Real niggas,

The doctor said I need about three weeks of
But the nurses is me
Saying the part of the day is my half
Feedin' me and givin' me a sponge baths

Niggas say I died dead in the
Nigga, I'm getting high getting on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on about half a
all my niggas, all my guns, all my women

Next two years, I see about a billion
All for the of drug dealin'
Got no love for the side, fuck them tricks
Any repurcussion, M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it

On the road to riches and rings
Real do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I
niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and rings
Real do real things