Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggas

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

Sick of screaming that, "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a
and plain, my man scooped me in' a hooptie
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 the fuck out the hood
'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your 12 months"
live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts

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

Columbian Dominican, yeah
Whoever he was, he had it under the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, please,
his brain's out 'cause witnesses we don't leave

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

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

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

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

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

Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw
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 wit' the shottie still busting,
goals and puntas

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my

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, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw
Raw flows, and how it goes

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

On the road to riches and diamond
Real niggaz do things