Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You better keep your on them heats
And live what you on them beats
Real

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

They ain't walkin' the walk, they talkin' the talk
Some people at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a
Look, I be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In that you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool it
say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta the promotion
Even if they in a house with a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up
And you know you ain't like that but say that you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that it's his
You a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

How can say they be on the other side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the other of the V's
And the homes look like the on the other side of the C's
When they ain't never been on the other of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
Every sentence you write is far from the
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
But you ain't got the heart, the or the proof

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around how every dime sucked you
they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' don't come
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya'
ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world with a Jacob
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a

They gon' strip you, have you naked next
security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't never fingered a
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, you'd be a Doe
You livin' in a closet but it a condo
I don't you as a slinger that was on the bench
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think these hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This ain't the eighties, raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time you on them streets
You better your hand on them heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
talk

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
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