Luyện nghe bài hát Real Quick

[Hook:
I go 0 to 100, nigga, real
quick, whole squad on that real shit
0 to 100, nigga, quick
quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga
0 to 100, nigga, quick
Real quick, whole on that real shit
0 to 100, nigga, real
quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga

[Verse 1: 50
run my blade across a nigga ass (real quick)
I'm so for real I'm on real, real nigga shit
You playing, boy, get you hit (real quick)
You better hope the come (real quick)
Got me fucked up if you it's different now a nigga rich
Before I get to cutting know you niggas cut the shit
Boy, you gon [?] popped, pull a trigger for me
And my little niggas trigger op like it's legal,
No game when I bang, boy, I the clip
You run like a bitch, you 'bout that shit
Hey, hey, hey, I'll you another day, day, day
It's the back to the bullshit

2: Tony Yayo]
Nothing in is out of bounds
AK about a hundred rounds
60 like KD at the Rucker's
Okay I see you on respirators
Southside nigga the day I'm gone
Indulge in the when the drama on
Yeah, these rap lukewarm
I'm too sleaves of when the mic on

[Verse 3: Kidd
Don't me, see me when you see me
Down to make the news just to say I'm on TV
This rated R, niggas PG
shells burn like a bootleg CD
Fuck love, I the money
When you get too much of it they say you acting funny
''Kidd, how you feel now that the back?''
a million bucks, motherfucker, do the math

[Verse 4: Young
Coldblooded, boy, my heart don't shit
Get with me, ask 50, I the hit (real quick)
Balenciagas you still get your ass kicked
Take a rapper bitch and make a real flick
I know I'm different from what you been dealing with
Don't need a mic, give me some to make a million with
Single burrough, 6 shots on the Brooklyn
I let the nigga Drake tell you what I did

[Verse 5: Lloyd
Nigga, money new to you
I give a fuck if shit get ugly, be a beautiful funeral
You fit the script I'm gon' it's true
manuever through the street without a strategy
Ain't nobody to you
And man was lucky through
You know how he
15 switching dealers like casinos
And my goon'll you in the arm
I'm out the country every week and dumping ash on the
Autopilot's on, rather bet a living, I've been [?]
calling me all day long, this is homocide
More tears in your mama
More reasons to wake up, niggas arrive