Luyện nghe bài hát Real People

Yeah,
You how me and 'Ye do

Real walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this never does people walk and talk in they sleep
Cold and wet dreams on how to get green
Our faith is all in a jeep black souls raw and they
Hypes talk with no teeth, shorties sayin' ball or retreat
A we all speak at one point or another

expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother?
Anointed hustlers in a fatherless
Through the pain, wish they that God was just teachin'
We want decent homes, so we say out loud
Like phones, just to keep 'em on

It's a colored song that keep keepin' on
I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really strong
through the dust, I could see the dawn
Like the Bishop Magic Juan why I write freedom songs
For the real

I wonder if the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile
Watch me as the be tryna pop and lock me
They cocky, plus they is Nazi
The way they blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi
We're the children of a better God searchin' for better
We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to a charge

They say the dope game is
Now they doin' that's when they follow you for hours
Come to your crib and devour all you work for
Must be more than paper these niggaz for
Through the purple haze I circle days I rhyme that for pays
Tryna the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality

Heard that it's drama at
Can a break free and still get honored at home?
I was told by a it's the games nature
When glowin' some will love and some will hate ya
It's people

Black men walking wit white on they arms
I be mad at 'em as if I they mom's
Told to go beyond the surface a a person
When we lessen our women our condition seems to

The weary cursin' the sky talkin' to
Givin' they of why help and hurt in they eye
I across from it some of it I do be in
I be showin' niggaz lives like UPN it's people

For you and
Good forever, yeah
Rock on, we on
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