Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better your hand on them heats
And live you sayin' on them beats
Real

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the
Some people look at me as the real talk of New
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to
Like they the first to put green in a blunt
Look, I be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool it
They say the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a of the ocean

The bangers is upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you you ain't like that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and say that it's his
You ain't a or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other of the seas
Where the wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes like the spot on the other side of the C's
When they ain't been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
Every sentence you write is far the truth
You be that nigga you are in the booth
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm you was a dirt bag before the deal
You around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, mind fucked you

Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya'
When ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house,

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

Nigga you in the mirror, what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world with a Jacob
Jiving like you stacks
But ya' car is ten old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' next
security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a

If real recognize real, be a John Doe
You livin' in a but call it a condo
I don't member you as a that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think it's these hip hop con
Studio is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better keep your on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
Real

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better keep your on them heats
And live what you on them beats
Real talk, talk, real talk, real talk, real talk

It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really really real
It's really really really really real