Luyện nghe bài hát Return of the Real

Yo, what's up with all these
On these muthafuckin' records all this bullshit
I ain't tryin' to hear shit, man
bitches ain't players, man

Peace to my niggas movin' that weight
Much love to my who's out in upstate
Mad connections the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch my name

Got a overload of to unload on a lame nigga trippin'
up my posse, interrup' the Rmy sippin'
Four in your and keep bailin'
Listen to the HK wailin' and vital signs failin'

that ever met me knows
I bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to it

For ten years I connected to the top of this
Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin'
Too busy rollin' off them fat rims
And niggas who trip get sung

We clubs and security shits
'Cause know they got size but they know we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin' in doors
Leavin' suckers' bodies bleedin' nightclub floors

You don't none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might live
Yeah, my kickin' treble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin' rocked, yo, E, the glock

And let these know, yo, that the west don't play none
Fire out of my strap like a ray-gun
You ill and you cold fucked up
Now you're bleedin' through your fingers while you're holdin' gut

So get your money how you to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips the real will win
The game of life is only and true
But it's all about the dollars the day is through

Get your money how you want to,
But when time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of is only fake and true
But all about the dollars when the day is through

It's the of the real
Return of the

I go deep into the street anatomy
A nigga me out, yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I I fall on cushions, [Incomprehensible]
Hittin' niggas up with the tec and watch the blood

I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you know
Framed in the lens, bought
Who really got your back, nigga, it out
You really like zero street clout

The only place you're is in the studio
in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
I take a nigga you and make him prostitute cute
So you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot

You hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my Rolex quick because money
Squintin' from the pavet because it's kinda sunny

the top back, flossin' the rag and the thing
Feelin' the sun, backin' off of my pinky
Hittin' the 'Shaw with my niggas and
Lift the ass, hit the switch, the front off the ground

But most of the you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin' new ways to get my bigger

So get your money how you want to,
But it's time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of life is fake and true
But all about the dollars when the day is through

So get your money how you to, friend
But when time to count the chips only the real will win
The game of life is only fake and
But it's all about the when the day is through

It's the return of the