Real Thug's music!

Rappers tell stories
It's up to you if you want to believe them
But most are pathological liars
Who dream their lives
Envy the life and nightmare of Tony
All claim to be gangsters
And imagine that rapping is like doing
They sing about the street from their studios
Neither Youv nor thug
Nothing but dirty
Kids with a microphone
And you live the real suburbs
The impacts on your heart are
Real bullet impacts
You rob, you deal
You scam and it's real
You face heavy sentences and it's real
Alone in your cell it's real
It's not me who sends you mandates
It's hard but it's real
You live off the parallel economy not halal
It's real and sometimes even it's deadly

Duty of sincerity
I'm careful about what I do with the
Gift I inherited
Since I started I rap real
I claim to represent those whose
Dreams no longer have wings
Honestly, I put my rap at your service
You are stars I'm just an artist
I practice a sad art sadly real
Life is not the rap game
The stakes are real (real)

Don't take your life for a song
Because one day you will dance
Without sound
Meanwhile rappers will make hits
And even when you're locked up
Rappers will make money
Once we glorified the street
But if you love the street too much
It's because you haven't lived there much
Because I see nothing funny here
We flirt with death or jail
It's the tragedy of the halls
Dude are your troubles real?
They don't get settled on Dailymotion but
Alone in an alley bro
And if your Nine jams it's real
The other one loads his and sends you
A sunset
Bye Bye, you're a real thug
Rappers make rap
Are thugs only for the time
Of a verse not a drive-by
Nothing matters but success
If you don't know who they are
At least try to know who you are!
Because the investigations are real
One cigarette too many and the
Cops have your DNA
A butt, can keep you away from the loot, big
It's real, in the narco the heists

Six in the morning, search it's real!
In the sweetness of dawn
Brutal is the awakening
Anyway, sleep is troubled
Fear or remorse keep you awake
It's real
The cops jostle your father it's real
Threaten to take your mother away
It's cruel but real
You feel like you're being raped
You can scream for help but no
Rapper comes to comfort you
Get used to it your life is real little brother
No second round after the cemetery
Rappers utter words of which
They ignore the meaning talk about fire but never
Touch gasoline
Talk about guns
But have never killed anyone
Don't be naive, violence is real but
Their rap is fictitious
It's shameful to make money on misery
Don't believe them authentic because
They are vulgar, little brother!
Poison with a taste of honey
That's all they have I'm
Real I only have real
Real, cold not like a cinema
Eyes reddened by the blood on the plasma

Duty of sincerity I can't lie to you
I talk to you like a man
Don't confuse rap and life
There are no gangsters among the MC's
Rappers would like to look like you
But you try to reproduce
What they fantasize? It doesn't make sense!
You'll think about it when you're
In court you'll see
Even the prosecutor has punchlines!

Six in the morning, search (it's real)
Judgment at the assizes (it's real)
Handcuffs on the wrist (it's real)
Spend the summer imprisoned (it's real)
Thug life (it's real)
Street life (it's real)
Burning a body (it's real)
Obstruction, body search (it's real)
The cops jostle your father (it's real)
Threaten to take your mother away (it's real)
Cocaine addict (it's real)
Drug addict (it's real)
Visits and mandates (it's real)
Betrayals and assassinations (it's real)
Thug life (it's real) street life!

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