Luyện nghe bài hát On The Real

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

up in this nigga
Let's pay homage to
put the crown where it's at
10 years been done this real by nobody

To my seed, may I you into no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I my sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, 22's
see, monkey do

Shorty sipping dew
Now it's V S O P in a phantom, mad
Murder trees, cruisin' gat in the stash so it won't 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 lens
Rollin' on you niggaz

You're marked for death like Colombians with bad coke that gyp
the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough
In will we trust, salute the dead the mili busts

That verse is 10 years old, 9 1/2 old
Street's
The comin' at you this year baby
on baby

Yeah to the hood, may this be the day that we pop them
is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?
You know the rate, jealousy, you heard 'em say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he don't deserve to

Sippin' clear with niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin' close, to every in case they violate
Up in the Apartment 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da reed, countin' everything the see

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

ninth grade to lightweight to grams to my
Mans with in hand
Police vans, they missed the summers

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

And they look you approachin' me like how you, homie?
The F B I see one problem, they try to slump me
After the young male 'cuz he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make sales 'cuz they deprived and hungry

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

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