Luyện nghe bài hát On the Real

Yea (House of Hits)
Finally up in this
On the real, all you crab niggas the deal
On the real, all you crab niggas know the
To my seed, May I lead you no breed of evil
In the categories and stories I my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, broken
see, Monkey do
A sipping sunny dew
Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. mad smokey
Murder tree's, gun in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Marriot, Sweet dirty tint, Don't no noise cause we dirty
Tell the to hurry in
We got the lit up with perfume, and mad boom
And there's video taping of ass's on the zooming lens
Rolling on you non descript
Your marked for death like colombians bad coke that gip niggas
Tilt the dutch, twisting up the uwee if skilled enough
In Will we trust, salute the dead the nine mili's

On the Real all you niggas know the deal
On the all you crab niggas know the deal 2x

[K-L from
Now its verbal abuse cause the in use
This is sorry excuse
Get your neck put in a
K-L is quick to let loose, to make blood count reduce
Over the drum
We like cum
the track, making it fatter than it was
Giving life to
the verse is what he does

See a close call about two clicks my fortress
We rolling deep, on the Kawasaki hourses
QueensBridge got the drop on you niggas trying to us
We metal down now its time to show clowns who the boss is
We live for the shit, Ain't trying to take no
Accumalating to much cream for you to
welcome to my clutches, wipe the blood on off my chukkas
From the
Your gone and your crew love us
Can't call it, I'm in love with this good life
I'm working with jewels, car, chicken clits, rent
Presidents, running wild, stacking in piles
Onyx pendants, and down shit from the nile
Kamikaze style, the antique three pound
Yo Nas, lets cop this brick and let the mobb supply the

2x

(Play treats on us)
in my shirtsleeve
The side bubble
low cause the lye blow
Five-oh know we drive slow
Write a line a glass of wine
The is mine cause I am a live criminal mastermind
When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed
Exhale shine like cocian white
Its the life of Pablo, niggas I know
With rolexes, that drive infinit's and lexus
So send my a message
My Tommy vest, is bullet proof, so when niggas shoot
I'm still
So never ask why I write so
My brain storm formed on a dorm in Rikers
I remained calm while you tried to bite my and
When I performed niggas mic's went
To the kid who made my man ill will's spill
(On the real)
When I catch up to your ass you know the

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On the

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