Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggas

Bad Boy in' the for the '95
Big out to my man Mel Smith
My man Don Cee San in' the
What's up Michelle Ray, what's up

Sick of screaming that, "Get a job, nigga"
to the limit, got to rob me a nigga
Simple and plain, my man me in' a hooptie
in his ear "This is what we got to do, G"

Got to bang a nigga and a nigga good
So I can cop a and drive the fuck out the hood
'Cause baby-mama screaming, "Your 12 months"
Can't live life swinging rocks and smoking

Hanging wit' the niggas pay the bills
And being broke and 30 give a nigga the
So we gotta do is creep and see a sweet vic
Yo, you see shit?
(Hell yeah, I that shit)

Dominican, yeah whateva
Whoever he was, he had it tucked under the
Two keys, 20 G's, please,
his brain's out 'cause witnesses we don't leave

On the road to and diamond rings
real niggaz do real things
Hanging wit' the is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real

On the road to and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real
wit' the niggaz is the song I sing
Real do real things

After mad and gin we had the plan made
I bought my wifey a crib, I the mafia, a arcade
Mad games, pool tables and
A little extra loot be comin' in handy

it, got on some '95 shit, sold the 5
Bought the 6 Delvecc, the Lex, we was set
We no had work all in' the
Niggas O's he kept the profit, no one could stop it

We was it up
All the sexy bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up
Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to me
Said the niggaz I is out to kill me

as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat
One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun
The had a shottie, I was shootin' everybody
And I wasn't missing had to get out this

Niggas hitting, feel a hot one in my back
Licked six shots, smoked a wit' the mac
The nigga wit' the still busting, cussing
Mighty and puntas

All I'm to do is shoot ya
Two in' the ruger
Booh-yeah, his ass out
I passed out
(Passed out, out)

On the road to the riches and rings
Real do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real do real things

On the road to the riches and rings
Real niggaz do real
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the I sing
Real niggaz do real

Bad Boy in the house, for the '95
niggas, aight

The doctor said I need about three weeks of
But the is lovin' me
Saying the best of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a baths

Niggas say I dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm getting high getting head on the
Chillin', sittin' on about a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my

Next two years, I see about a billion
All for the love of dealin'
Got no love for the other side, fuck them
Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. clips
All the time, Big Poppa the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and how it goes

On the road to and diamond rings
Real do real things
Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I
Real niggaz do real

On the to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do things