Luyện nghe bài hát Real Niggaz

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

(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like
me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ("mr. can you get and jiggy? ")
I reply quickly, bottle of or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick I roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, gritty
You gon' me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when looks shitty
I got thang with me, plus I puff like diddy
You niggas can't with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the range me

(ali)
Check,
No picture me rollin, optimo, four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink with matchin
Whole hood "oh", freakin 'em out they mind
D's diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, or g-shot
You hear me four, five before you see me, that's the knock
I need not on that, I speak on zack
And how he fix my shit or give my eight g's back
the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, the public
Take my 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
Only real niggas and smoke, patna trust me
If I'm lyin, bad mouth, then crush me
me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
only....

(chorus)

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

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

(chorus) 2x