Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

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

To my seed, may I you into no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, 22's
see, monkey do

Shorty sipping dew
Now V S O P in a phantom, mad smoky
Murder trees, cruisin' gat in the stash so it poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't no noise

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

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

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

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

Sippin' clear liquor niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin' close, to every in case they violate
Up in the projects 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin' everything the see

We 'bout to need to take the corners from cowards
Get it on so y'all can move more powder, by the hour
Hold in case we rip niggaz
Loaded teflon coated flip niggaz

ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
Police vans, they missed the again

Yeah, to the people
Death to the
This to the mic 1, 2 check
fed-e-rallies on me

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

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

I'm 30 now, baby sip and sip 'em slow
Motto no stress, smokin' than I did befo'
You see the kid was broke till I spitted vivid of hard
Livin ghetto children, of a lesser god, religion was fast
Expensive cars y'all over 10 years