Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

Yeah, yeah, on the, on the, on the
On the real, all you crab know the deal

Finally up in this
pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown it's at
10 years never been done this by nobody

To my seed, may I lead you into no or evil
In the of stories I breed my sequel
You the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
see, monkey do

Shorty sunny dew
Now V S O P in a phantom, mad smoky
Murder trees, cruisin' gat in the stash so it won't me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't no noise

'Cause we dirty tell them hurry in
We got the room lit up with perfume and mad
And video taping bloomin' ass's on the zoomin' lens
Rollin' on you niggaz

You're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, twisted up the if you're skilled enough
In will we trust, salute the dead the nine busts

verse is 10 years old, 9 1/2 years old
Street's
The Rebirth comin' at you year baby
on baby

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them
This is mandatory, if there's not tomorrow?
You the murder rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he deserve to make

Sippin' liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin' close, to every in case they violate
Up in the projects 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, everything the block see

We 'bout to need to take the corners from them
Get it on so y'all can move more coke powder, by the
in case we gotta rip niggaz
Loaded teflon coated projectiles'll niggaz

From ninth to lightweight to grams to my
Mans with in hand
Police vans, they missed the again

Yeah, power to the
to the phonies
This to the mic 1, 2 check
fed-e-rallies on me

And they look you approachin' me like how you, homie?
The F B I see only one problem, they try to me
After the young black male 'cuz he a lot of money
So hustlers make crack sales they deprived and hungry

My country hates I could run free state to state with hunnies
While makin' cake with real golded rims on Hum-V's
The bush stroker, the smoker, nigga
Just when you it was over look over your shoulders

I'm 30 now, baby sip and sip 'em slow
Motto no stress, smokin' than I did befo'
You see the kid was broke I spitted vivid expressions of hard
ghetto children, of a lesser god, religion was fast women
Expensive cars y'all over 10 years