Luyện nghe bài hát Realist

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga

1]
I-20's in the building, set it off and get it
I got in the truck, to get the crunk and start the action
Keep 'em popping, I'm a pop it, where ya at? (crews at?)
Oh yeah you riding clean but nigga where ya at? (shoes at?)
I I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me nigga
I keep it loaded for drama, let it go in you nigga
And I scared of none of y'all, talking gums with you white
Yeah you packin', but you actin', shootin' but dices
Now, who the realest south?, spittin game with that speech
These niggaz recognize my face and keep name on the street
Oh you waitin', you been hatin', you can't breathe now (breathe now)
Shit, we been cookin for a while, its to eat now (eat now)
You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm they dreams
I'm top five, or alive off one sixteen
And this talking to you nigga neva forget
And since a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga

2]
It easy, but I do it like its nothing to me
Now everybody talking but they frontin' to me
Oh you down to move a pound, where ya weight at (weight at)
I got a deal off a verse and niggaz hate that (hate that)
the show, pull ya hoe, make her leave with the clique
Disrespect, cause an of pimpin' a trick
While you was on her, you was hoping, we would up and quit
We on tour, pullin every city wit hit
Then that yak get the flowin', DJ play the
If you you ain't swaggin, time to head for the exit
'cause I'm for the top, I can taste that (taste that)
I know you down to cut me shawty, where that at? (face at?)
Don't ever play the dealer, nigga try and get
My niggaz chop a brick in half and call that diet coke
And it's the hardest shit going, nigga leave it ain't
I-20s in this bitch, and shit is a wrap, Lets Go

X4
I'm the
the nigga
the realest

Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty)
Decatur, Decatur, Decatur, (Clap it Out Shawty)

3]
Its time to dig into ya chest, I been for a minute
Know you heard my vest, you can't wait to get up in it
If ya is into singing then its no prob (no prob)
But I don't care if she can blow, I a blow job (blow job)
Push the way back, while a pimp ride slow
With a short dog 'Lac, gone off
Playboy 2-0, a grand on a stripper
And she to fuck us all, and give a damn if we tip her
this the big league and you all street shooters
And ya shoots go, so the heat's going through ya
If you ain't to make a stand, you get laid down (laid down)
That the way these niggaz livin gin the A-Town (A-Town)
Throw ya side up high, let the know you repping
Any zone, any hood, any block, any (come on)
I'm the streets choice, when its come to who's realest
Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you it

X4
I'm the
the realest
the realest