Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

up in this nigga
Let's pay to Illmatic
Let's put the where 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 stories I breed my
You know the money, blues, blunts, 22's
see, monkey do

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

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

You're marked for death like with bad coke that gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, up the uwee if you're skilled enough
In will we trust, salute the dead the nine 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 be the day that we pop them bottles
This is mandatory, if there's not tomorrow?
You know the rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he deserve to make

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

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

From ninth grade to to grams to my
Mans guns in hand
Police vans, missed the summers again

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

And they look like you approachin' me like how you,
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 crack sales 'cuz deprived and hungry

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

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