Luyện nghe bài hát Real Rap

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

Damn, against the odds
Finally got a plug, lost the feds, he got
Damn, since I running with the mob
Ain't none but drive by's, homicides and up niggas cars
What's the point of being a street nigga with the stars
Though the niggas that you loved locked behind bars
I was hustling in the day, pulling moves in the
Nigga you ain't got a clue 'bout me, I to God
They say I'm real and say I'm humble
Get money out the hood I'm most comfortable
Play with me and go bucks
Shot a video in the of Yonkers
Real niggas, up?

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

Only thing I Pools to do is loop the beat
I came strong Adrien Peterson
They wanted to dust so I brought them leaders in
See you at the crossroads if we ever meet again
School never lets out, a lot of shit you know
Sitting on the these niggas telling though
Fell back I can't be around haters
for my downfall', downfall prayers
Then you why I be around ball players
Cause niggas doing the Feds small favors
Yeah, I survived in the
I where the strength is, salute North Memphis

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

Wassup,
Wassup, wassup,

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

Wassup,
Too niggas