Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggas

Bad Boy in' the for the '95
Big out to my man Mel Smith
My man Don Cee San in' the
What's up Michelle Ray, up boo?

of mama screaming that, "Get a job, nigga"
Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a
Simple and plain, my man me in' a hooptie
in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"

Got to bang a nigga and bang a good
So I can cop a Benz and drive the out the hood
'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your 12 months"
live life swinging rocks and smoking blunts

Hanging the niggas don't pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a the chills
So what we gotta do is and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see shit?
(Hell yeah, I that shit)

Dominican, yeah whateva
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the
Two keys, 20 G's, please,
Blew his brain's out 'cause we don't leave

On the road to riches and rings
'Cause niggaz do real things
Hanging the niggaz is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real

On the road to riches and diamond
Real do real things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real

After mad blunts and gin we had the plan
I bought my a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade
Mad games, pool and candy
A little extra chicken loot be comin' in

it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5
Bought the 6 Delvecc, the Lex, we was set
We no had all in' the projects
Niggas slingin' O's he kept the profit, no one could it

We was it up
All the young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up
bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the I killed is out to kill me

as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun
The had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't had to get out this position

Niggas hitting, feel a hot one in my back
six shots, smoked a nigga wit' the mac
The nigga wit' the shottie still busting,
goals and puntas

All I'm to do is shoot ya
Two in' the ruger
Booh-yeah, his ass out
I passed out
(Passed out, out)

On the road to the riches and rings
niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real niggaz do real

On the road to the and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things
wit' the niggaz is the song I sing
Real do real things

Bad Boy in the house, for the '95
Real niggas,

The doctor said I need three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is me
Saying the part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a baths

Niggas say I died in the streets
Nigga, I'm high getting head on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my

Next two years, I see about a billion
All for the love of drug
Got no for the other side, fuck them tricks
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clips
All the time, Big kick the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and how it goes

On the to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
niggaz do real things

On the road to and diamond rings
Real do real things