Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real ride wit' us
You haters gotta the bus
Smoke 'til when my brain gon'
account so plush, the feds on us
Real ride wit' us (and dime ladies)
You haters gotta ride the bus (we crazy)
Smoke 'til when my brain gon'
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 and jiggy? ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I up with two dimes, both named nikki
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new
Ahh shit, situation looks shitty
I got thang with me, plus I puff like diddy
You niggas can't with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap mo' and hop in the range with me

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

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a (duracell)
Mr. energizer, ready to make a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and 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 damn chunky 'cause it's read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin shit
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, I done, caught they
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a
I walks to your bitch and asks her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more just in case he forgets
I be the eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen ladie's face when I walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like
Lookin I don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks 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 a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter I'm killin myself
In a category t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It gets no better, slo says it get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we get leather
I'm like, what, playas roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our tight)
We smokin 'til our gon' bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, what up
I'm only....

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