Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real niggas ride us
You haters gotta the bus
Smoke 'til when my brain gon'
Bank account so plush, the on us
Real niggas wit' us (and dime ladies)
You haters ride the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke 'til when my brain bust
Bank account so plush, the on us

(kyjuan)
a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
I reply quickly, bottle of or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get
I wake up with two dimes, both nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' make me go back my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, when situation shitty
I got that thang with me, I puff like diddy
You niggas hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So somethin mo' and hop in the range with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka
Four-do' range rov', with matchin kangol
Whole like "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
You hear me four, five before you see me, that's the knock
I need not speak on that, I on zack
And how he better fix my shit or my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you love it
system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, four out
We fill, the fattest wad a you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, slap crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to a mil'
Fuck cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin twenty of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too chunky 'cause it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a starter but I be startin some shit
Half the I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a
I walks over to your and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, guy, the chinky eye
Comin be i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin

(murphy lee)
You seen this ladie's face when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, like dank
Lookin like I don't know from right
a check, got the whole front desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, true to the arch equals I'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a
I'm y'all, matter fact I'm killin myself
In a category with t-boz, I'm myself
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get
I'm like, what, real playas on dubs (lunatics like)
And can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin 'til our gon' bust
Gettin head in the of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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