Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On them
You better keep your hand on them
And live what you on them beats
talk

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

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

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

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

The is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say 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 could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

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

How can say they be on the other side of the seas
Where the steering are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look the spot 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 the truth
You be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the

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

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

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 wanna fuck with 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 ups' lookin' like
fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked
security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the 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 that was on the
a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

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

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

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

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

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