Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

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

To my seed, may I lead you into no greed or
In the categories of I breed 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, gat in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, 3010, don't make no noise

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

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

That verse is 10 years old, 9 1/2 old
Disciple
The Rebirth comin' at you this baby
on baby

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

Sippin' clear liquor with niggaz, that talk
Listenin' close, to every in case they violate
Up in the projects 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin' everything the see

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

ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
Police vans, they missed the again

Yeah, power to the
Death to the
This beast to the mic 1, 2
Y'all on me

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

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

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