Luyện nghe bài hát Realist

X4
I'm the
the nigga
the realest

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, ya crews at? (crews at?)
Oh yeah you riding clean but nigga ya shoes at? (shoes at?)
I I put this on my momma, ain't no hoe in me nigga
I keep it loaded just for drama, let it go in you
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 down south?, spittin game that speech
These niggaz my face and keep they name on the street
Oh you been waitin', you been hatin', you can't now (breathe now)
Shit, we been for a while, its time to eat now (eat now)
You tell these ballin' muthafuckas that I'm blocking dreams
I'm top five, dead or off one sixteen
And this twenty talking to you nigga forget
And since a bunch of pussies, you about to get wet, bet

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga

2]
It ain't easy, but I do it like its 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 just off a and niggaz hate that (hate that)
After the show, ya hoe, make her leave with the clique
Disrespect, cause an effect of a trick
you was on her, you was hoping, we would fold up and quit
We on tour, pullin whores city wit hit
Then yak get the flowin', DJ play the record
If you you ain't swaggin, time to head for the exit
'cause I'm fiendin' for the top, I can taste (taste that)
I know you down to cut me shawty, that face at? (face at?)
ever play the dealer, nigga try and get smoked
My niggaz chop a brick in and call that shit diet coke
And it's the shit going, nigga leave it ain't that
I-20s in bitch, and that shit is a wrap, Lets Go

X4
I'm the
the realest
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 girl is singing then its no prob (no prob)
But I care if she can blow, I want a blow job (blow job)
Push the seat way back, while a pimp ride
With a short dog 'Lac, gone off
2-0, shoot a grand on a stripper
And she down to fuck us all, and give a if we tip her
'cause the big league and you all street shooters
And ya shoots go, so the heat's going through ya
If you ain't down to make a stand, you get down (laid down)
just the way these niggaz livin gin the A-Town (A-Town)
Throw ya side up high, let the people know you
Any zone, any hood, any block, any (come on)
I'm the first choice, when its come to who's realest
Eastside, A-Town, I-Dub, you it

X4
I'm the
the realest
the nigga