Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You better keep your hand on heats
And live what you sayin' on them
talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

They ain't the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some look at me as the real talk of New York
I like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
Look, I don't be to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you

But otherwise I'm with it
They say only the ones who had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta through the
if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up
And you know you like that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with
Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties,

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the
Where the wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look the spot on the other side of the C's
When they never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too
sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the or the proof

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag the deal
You walk around how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind you

Ya' hood sayin' come back
Step foot in and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya'
When ya' won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what make ups' lookin' like
fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a

They gon' strip you, you runnin' naked next
security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot and finger a nigga

If real real, you'd be a John Doe
You in a closet but call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the

Now try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out,

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any that you on them streets
You keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk

1, 2, 3 and any that you on them streets
You better keep hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
Real talk, real talk, talk, real talk, real talk

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It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk
It's really really really real talk