Luyện nghe bài hát 4 My Niggaz

What you
Roca
(Uh huh)

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggas got bricks, scared to grab the fifth
But I done did that, recognize the
round six-four times, fellas and shit
Make off the stories that we tellin' 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 on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm to mix

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

I'm the to analyze 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
Watch me do my thang, I'ma do my
For my niggaz, do my thang, do my thang
Uh, do my thang, I'ma do my
Do I do my thang, do my thang
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 back everything that my die for
Since his death, steps and many left
Niggas owe money, yo, niggas can't pay a penny
Cease got the squeeze, I'ma let fuckers know
BK style, my niggas the Dough
About six hard years, eleven ago
We was all puffin' 'dro, 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 coke so raw, you gone need a
Niggas better be as wise as me or die me
Or go see the board then and frown me
Got niggas pictures throwin' pies on me
Motherfuckers' all on me

happened 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, sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine, nigga, heavy
Watch mine, to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter, untouchable, fuck with duke
spit, arms shake, who I'm gone play
With the CEO of the Coke on Broadway,
Never heard so many from one man
I bitches, fuck it, I make the gun jam

like sniffin' a hundred grams o'
Cocaine raw, rip your brain off, uh
Make it real easy to lift chain off
BK style, see Jay how
(What)
(Uh)
We play fair, we play foul
Go head, stand there, we spray
from 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, do my thang
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,

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, I'ma do my
Do I do my