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 Michelle Ray, up boo?

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

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

Hanging wit' the niggas pay the bills
And being broke and 30 a nigga 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 the leather
Two keys, 20 G's, please,
Blew his brain's out 'cause witnesses we leave

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

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

mad blunts and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I the mafia, a arcade
Mad games, pool and candy
A little chicken loot be comin' in handy

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

We was it up
All the young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the niggaz I 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 other had a shottie, I was everybody
And I wasn't missing had to get out this

Niggas still hitting, 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 in' the ruger
Booh-yeah, his ass out
Then I out
(Passed out, out)

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

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

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

The doctor said I need three weeks of recovery
But the is lovin' me
the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a baths

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

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

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

On the road to and diamond rings
Real do real things