Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
Real

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can see through 'em, ya are too light
sentence you write is far from the truth
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 hearin' you was a dirt bag the deal
You walk around talkin' how dime sucked you
they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

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

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

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make lookin' like
fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback

gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you unprotected sex
You ain't never fingered a
All you do is in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

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

Now they try to blame the of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's hip hop con mans
gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle get you layed out, fucka

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

1, 2, 3, you don't really 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 keep your hand on them
And live what you sayin' on beats
Real

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

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