Luyện nghe bài hát Real Rap

Yeah, I just shot a in Yonkers nigga, shit crazy, huh?
And I grew up that motherfucking D-Block
Styles P, you I get high
That motherfucking Jada,

Damn, against the odds
Finally got a plug, lost the feds, he got
Damn, since I been with the mob
Ain't none but drive by's, homicides and shooting up niggas
What's the point of being a street nigga kicking the stars
Though the niggas that you really loved locked bars
I was hustling in the day, pulling in the dark
Nigga you ain't got a clue 'bout me, I to God
They say I'm real and they say I'm
Get money out the where I'm most comfortable
Play with me and I'mma go
Shot a video in the middle of
niggas, what's up?

Know my pops Memphis
I used to go out every summer as a kid, know what I mean?
around listening to the O'Jays and shit

Only thing I Pools to do is the beat again
I back strong Adrien Peterson
They wanted to smoke dust so I brought them in
See you at the crossroads that's if we ever again
School never out, a lot of shit you never know
Sitting on the mother-load niggas telling though
Fell back I can't be around haters
Praying for my downfall', prayers
Then you wonder why I be around players
Cause niggas doing the Feds small favors
Yeah, I survived in the
I reside where the is, salute North Memphis

They hollering D-Block on blocks
10 pounds of mid in my weed spot
I had a in a half in the Fiat
Got on a seat belt watching for speed
You see a block you know you gotta detour
35 in the for a kilo
I'm money on the east shout to B-more
Get these out my view so I can see more
Clearly, it's clearly nigga's not the one say they is
It's clearly that they not 'bout that life they say they
I ain't a trap rapping I speak real life
I just beat a case I was 10 to life
I'm a if I die tonight
Five off this rap one off the white
Me and did some epic shit
And to you fuck niggas this disrespectful shit

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

Yo, they hollering CMG, they see them G's
they see them pounds and they see them keys
And see this ice and they see these V's
But the squeeze on S-I-T-E
I use to dream on having one key of white
Now I have a whole you can see them tonight
If he try some I got two Glocks for'em
My man's 'bout to come home I got a box for him
Youngin' me he thuggin' I played some 2Pac for him
Then I him some work and got a new block for him
Then they hate when you get it so say that you
Fuck niggas, die slow, i don't owe nobody
Few things that I love that's my and plug
On a graveyard shift sweating to blood, what?
Me and Gotti and hood shit
Amigos just hit me said he got some good
Ha ha

Wassup,
Too real