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
up Michelle Ray, what's up boo?

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 bang a nigga
So I can cop a Benz and drive the out the hood
baby-mama screaming, "Your daughter 12 months"
Can't live life swinging and smoking blunts

Hanging wit' the don't pay the bills
And broke and 30 give a nigga the chills
So what we gotta do is creep and see a vic
Yo, you see that
(Hell yeah, I that shit)

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

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

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

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

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

We was it up
All the sexy young bitches ain't givin' it up
bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Said the I killed is out to kill me

Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw
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 position

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

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

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

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

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

The doctor said I about three weeks of recovery
But the nurses is me
Saying the part of the day is my half
Feedin' me and givin' me a sponge baths

Niggas say I died dead in the
Nigga, I'm getting getting head on the beach
Chillin', sittin' on about half a
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my

two years, I could 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. spit
All the time, Big Poppa the raw rhyme
Raw flows, and that's how it

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

On the road to riches and rings
Real do real things