Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

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

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

Shorty sipping dew
Now it's V S O P in a phantom, mad
Murder trees, cruisin' gat in the so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, make no noise

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

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

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

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

Sippin' clear with niggaz, that talk sideways
close, to every word in case they violate
Up in the Apartment 5D
Spark a lea' bout da reed, countin' everything the block see

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

From grade to lightweight to grams to my
Mans with guns in
Police vans, they missed the summers

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

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

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

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