Luyện nghe bài hát The Realest Niggas

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

I love niggas, I love niggas 'cause are me
And I should only love which is me
I to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot 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 Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you how black niggas get
With the hoods, fatigues with the with trees
Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, crazy Gs

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

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

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, 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, leave a nigga fo'

we smoke spliffs, we pack four fifths
Just in case dread wanna
He get a lift to the cemetery
Rough not your ordinary, we watch you get buried

That's a real for ya
Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your
Spit at the D.A. 'cause fuck she say
She give a fuck about your ass anyway

Up Northbound, first stop, Watertown and scale
Where the hand scales are ill
You'll be a super Hoover, doo doo remover
Yo, G, the buddha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm just tryin' to give you a hint for your own benefit
'Cuz then it's gonna get to the
Where it escalates into some other
Then I'ma flip, then I'ma get to stompin' in my Air Ones
be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one

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

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

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

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

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

Shady in the place to be
And I got it takes to rock the mic, right?
Still watch you say to me punk
'Cuz I'm off probation in less then 6