Luyện nghe bài hát 4 My Niggaz

What you
Fella
(Uh huh)

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

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

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

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

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

We to kick tricks, for kids, I bring it where ya live
Run up in crisp, tie up your wife and kids
Send my man out, G, pissed off a bid
We live this real life
And that's to B.I.G.
(Uh)

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo
This my war I ride for one in the sky for
Get back that my nigga die for
Since his death, many 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 the Dough
About six years, eleven months ago
We was all 'dro, nowhere to go

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

Whatever to Brook-lawn?
Better yet,
even look wrong, niggas get hooked on
Picture me a shook song
No, I the wars we took on
Niggas better get

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

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

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

I'ma do my thang, 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