Luyện nghe bài hát 4 My Niggaz

What you
Roca
(Uh huh)

(Uh huh)
B.I.G.
(Right on)
QB
(That show nuff on)
niggas wanna do man
(Nothing)

See a Leo
(Huh)
I'm for the
(Right)
Sometimes we gotta get gutter on motherfuckers y'know
how we do it
(Yeah)
me baby?

Yo yo
Stay away from 38 nines and shotty
I wanna move swift, but don't blow like Gotty
I'm something to watch, like the
to copy, shock waves can't stop me
Got big as Bruce Smith to block me
It's Blake on the grape, ya juice, tickle your weight
Just might be, politely, your man to ache
The guns are dirty? You know I double check the

I take it all, still be the to escape
Kick It like Q-Tip, we get it for a few chips
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip
the stroll, little Ace
A that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got
To sell around the globe and more than tower
just rewind, it was hard to find her
Found out my niggas got right her

Y'all niggas got dick bricks, scared to grab the
But I done did that, the clique
round six-four times, fellas and shit
Make mils off the stories that we and shit
'Til I said to myself, "My life is than this"
I wanna party, live it up, pop Don and
In a lake with a waterproof on my
Been a professional, now I'm to mix

We rhyme to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya
Run up in your crisp, tie up your and kids
Send my man out, G, off a ten-year bid
We live this real life
And word to B.I.G.
(Uh)

I'm the type to ya
(What)
Move swift like
(Uh)
My appearance ya
(Yeah)
5'4", my .45 is live
(Uh, uh)
Don't ya get live? Never judge man by size
(Uh, yo)

I'ma do my thang, do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my
me do my thang, I'ma do my thang
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my
Uh, do my thang, do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my
Watch me do my thang, do my thang
For my niggaz,

Yo, yo, yo, yo
my war I ride for lick one in the sky for
Get everything that my nigga die for
his death, many steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a less
Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let fuckers know
BK style, my niggas Love the
About six hard years, months ago
We was all puffin' 'dro, to go

Now I get dough, get low, let a blow
say "Got evidence?" Let the dog go
Here's the answer, you fucking with Leo
Nigga's coke so raw, you gone need a
Niggas better be as as me or die like me
Or go see the board and frown like me
Got niggas pictures throwin' pies on me
all eyez on me

Whatever happened to
yet, Crook-lawn?
Niggas even look wrong, get hooked on
Picture me making a shook
No, I know the wars we on
Niggas get gone

Yeah, flow sicker on record
Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, necklace
Watch mine, to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, can't fuck duke
Thug spit, arms shake, who I'm gone
the CEO of the Coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices one man
I make bitches, it, I make the gun jam

Flows like sniffin' a hundred o'
Cocaine raw, rip your whole off, uh
Make it real easy to lift chain off
BK style, see Jay how
(What)
(Uh)
We don't fair, we play foul
Go head, there, we spray crowds
Live the 7-1-8
If there ever was one
I'm him, nigga, times

I'ma do my thang, do my thang
Do I do my thang, do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my
For my niggaz, do my thang, I'ma do my
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my
Do I do my thang, do my thang
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my
For my niggaz,

do my thang, I'ma do my thang
Do I do my thang, I'ma do my
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my
For my niggaz, do my thang, do my thang
Uh, do my thang, do my thang
Do I do my