Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

- nelly) 2x
Real ride wit' us
You gotta ride the bus
Smoke 'til when my brain gon'
Bank account so plush, the on us
Real niggas wit' us (and dime ladies)
You haters ride the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke 'til when my brain gon'
account so plush, the feds on us

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get crunk and ")
I reply quickly, bottle of andres or
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both nikki
I'm a dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when I roll through city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth
You gon' make me go back into my of u-city
Cornrows, penny and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation looks
I got that with me, plus I puff like diddy
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the with me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
range rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole hood like "oh", 'em out they mind
D's diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or
You hear me four, five before you see me, that's the knock
I need not speak on that, I on zack
And how he better fix my or give my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the
my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son the jar out, twist the muskie
real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, then crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the and bust me
only....

(chorus)

(nelly)
I'm like the battery, I come through every on a cell (duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it
I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's read "twelve"
Well hell, not a starter but I be startin some shit
Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin
Me, got they miss, I done, caught they
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her "who's is "
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more just in case he forgets
I be the eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga high, country grammar, yellin "ei!"
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not none

(murphy lee)
You shoulda' this ladie's face when I walked in the bank
I'm the boy, I'm hollywood, smellin like dank
Lookin like I know left from right
Holdin a check, got the front desk like "murphy's set for life!"
I wit' em, I exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch equals I'm
I'm hollywood, plus true to the equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact I'm killin
In a category with t-boz, I'm feelin
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get
get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, real playas roll on (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our tight)
We 'til our brain gon' bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, city up
I'm only....

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