Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a boy
But I'm shout y'all niggas out
'Cause I got one love for New York, niggas, you heard?

I niggas, I love niggas 'cause niggas are me
And I should only that which is me
I to see niggas go through changes
I love to see shoot through shit
And to all niggas do it, I love

To all my
(Niggas)
To all my
(You understand?)
To all my
(It's war, nigga)
To all my
(I'll you away)

Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black get
With the hoods, fatigues the boots with trees
Smokin' weed, ki's, makin' crazy Gs

Hittin' buckshots at that open spots on the avenue
Take my loot and I'm you
Pimpin' hoes drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet in her

Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the blocks
Just in case a nigga act out
I just black out and they motherfuckin' back out
That's a real for ya

We the realest,
50 and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga fo'

We the realest,
50 and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act you don't feel a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, a nigga fo' sho'

When we smoke spliffs, we pack four
Just in case wanna riff
He get a free lift to the
Rough very not ordinary, we watch you get buried

a real nigga for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, the script and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. 'cause what she say
She don't give a fuck your ass anyway

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and scale
Where the scales are real ill
be a super Hoover, doo doo stain remover
Yo, G, the buddha

We the realest,
50 Cent and B.I.G., my
Don't try to act like you don't feel a
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, a nigga fo' sho'

When I was young, my M.O. was to go in hand
And even my P.O., she called me the 'Ginger Man'
I cut ya new and tell her ass catch me if you can
Don't let your people you're awkward, I tame, I'm not lame

Get up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. Style, the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo' ass off propa

no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city and now I dance like Diddy
is giddy 'til they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Milly, they don't want drama, really

Pushy niggas get hard, lip syncing my like Milli Vanilli
Even the hood, they me, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly, they me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged, you know, bump my shit,

We the realest,
50 Cent and B.I.G., my
Don't try to act like you don't a nigga
Biggie, yo' nigga, 50, yo'
Squeeze the trigga, leave a fo' sho'

I got 50 Cent, I got
in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch you say before you call our name
If you say one thing, it won't be nice

we go, I shoulda known
I was to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it, G-Unit it and Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin'
You sick to stomach

50 is 50 Cent
The other 50 is who's color skin it is
Well, if even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking into it
But I ain't to get too intricate into it

I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for own benefit
'Cuz then it's get to the point
Where it into some other shit
Then I'ma flip, then get to stompin' in my Air Force Ones
Won't be able to if it's two pairs or it's one

It's gonna feel there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these try to push me

Thinkin they put me in the position to pickle me
Y'all me pink, I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggity diggity

Mixed with a little bit of the jig jiga
With a pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb

We the label
try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady
We the fo' sho'

We the label
Don't try to act like you feel our label
'Cuz we fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We kill yo' fuckin' label fa sho

in the place to be seen
And I got what it to rock the mic, right?
watch what you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off in less then 6 months