Luyện nghe bài hát The Realist Killaz

Yo Redd Spyder, is that 50 Cent Pac joint
Let me know,
There's gon' be some stuff you see
That's make it hard to smile in the future

Yeah nigga, ha ha let's go nigga, is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald, you wanna cut yo' head bald
(You nigga)
Tupac wear a you wan' wear a bandanna
Tupac put a cross on his you wanna put crosses on yo' back
you ain't Tupac, this Tupac

Is it, money or to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and still not get enough of
And since my life is on sinnin', I'm hell bound
Rather be buried than be worried, livin held

My game to be trained and, military
Mind of a Thug Lord, in the cemetery
Caught, been lost since my adolescence, callin to Jesus
as a youngster, wonderin' if he sees us

Young black male, crack sales got me three
Livin' in jail, is hell, enemies die
when we all pass is anybody listenin'?
Got my, on my semi shotty, everybody's bitchin'

Please God can you understand me, bless my
Guide us all, before we fall insanity
I make it a point, to my peep bumpin' warlike
some shit, to any stupid bitches don't fight

'Til Makaveli returns, it's 'All On Me'
(What do we here now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what gon' be
You listened, I told you not to fuck with me
(What do we here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, that's what we see

Now since cryin for mercy I promise
My be the death of you
Lo and behold you sold soul
Nigga there's nuttin' of you

Look in the mirror, ask who are you?
If you don't know who you are, how your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat and watched
You to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot

But not I see it so clear
(Now)
You take the pressure, you pussy
I you not to push me
You see me and chills run up spine

Hardly even in the war, but your heart ain't like mine
Press, they at me like I'm a menace, I was playin' with guns
While your momma had your punk ass tennis
I'm a nightmare, you see me when you

Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass
You cowardly hearted, you couldn't make it on own
Fuck the source, I'm on of Rolling Stone
(You pussy)

'Til Makaveli returns, it's Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's it's gon' be
You listened, I told you not to fuck with me
(What do we have now?)
Now can you the pressure, that's what we gon' see

'Til Makaveli returns, it's Eyez On Me'
(What do we have now?)
And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's be
You shoulda listened, I told you not to fuck me
(What do we here now?)
Now can you take the pressure, what we gon' see