Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a nigga or a mr. refriger'
ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and jiggy? ")
I quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both nikki
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through y'all
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth
You gon' me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation shitty
I got that thang with me, I puff like diddy
You can't 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 hood "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's with on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, blocks before you see me, that's the knock
I need not on that, I speak on zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's
the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, then crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm the battery, I come through every door on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a
Fuck cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the store at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the too damn chunky 'cause it's still read "twelve"
Well hell, not a shit starter but I be startin some
the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got miss, I done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and her "who's is this? "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time just in 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' this 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 front desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I agree wit' em, I exchange sacks with in 'em
eighty in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm
I'm hollywood, true to the heart equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm myself
In a with t-boz, I'm feelin myself
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get
get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, real roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our tight)
We smokin our brain gon' bust
head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm only....

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