Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

Yeah, yeah, on the, on the, on the
On the real, all you niggaz know the deal

Finally up in nigga
Let's pay to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where at
10 years never been done this by nobody

To my seed, may I lead you no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I breed my
You know the money, blues, blunts, broken
see, monkey do

Shorty sunny dew
Now it's V S O P in a phantom, mad
trees, cruisin' gat in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, 3010, don't make no noise

we dirty tell them hoes hurry in
We got the room lit up with perfume and mad
And there's video taping bloomin' on the zoomin' lens
Rollin' on you niggaz

You're marked for like Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, twisted up the if you're skilled enough
In will we trust, salute the dead the nine busts

verse is 10 years old, 9 1/2 years old
Street's
The Rebirth comin' at you this year
on baby

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them
is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?
You know the murder rate, jealousy, you 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he deserve to make

Sippin' clear with niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin' close, to word in case they violate
Up in the Apartment 5D
a lea' it's bout da reed, countin' everything the block see

We 'bout to need to the corners from them cowards
Get it on so y'all can more coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta rip
teflon coated projectiles'll flip niggaz

From ninth grade to lightweight to to my
Mans guns in hand
vans, they missed the summers again

Yeah, to the people
Death to the
beast to the mic 1, 2 check
Y'all on me

And they look like you me like how you, homie?
The F B I see only one problem, they try to me
After the young black male 'cuz he makes a lot of
So hustlers crack sales 'cuz they deprived and hungry

My country hates that I could run free state to state hunnies
While makin' cake real golded plate rims on Hum-V's
The stroker, the kush smoker, nigga
Just when you thought it was over look over shoulders

I'm 30 now, sip drinks and sip 'em slow
Motto no stress, smokin' less than I did
You see the kid was till I spitted vivid expressions of hard
Livin children, of a lesser god, religion was fast women
Expensive y'all witnessin' over 10 years