Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers

If my niggas don't wit' you, I don't fuck wit' you
That's just a code in my hood, let these guns hit you
Be a man of your word, don't let 'em play you
Stand up for your shit, make these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room of real niggas
I got some bad rich bitches, they my real
It's like working jobs not to kill niggas
My little niggas to ride by and spill niggas
If fell out over some chips that ain't your real nigga
If y'all fell out over a chick that ain't real nigga
Before I be a house nigga be a nigga
I Port Arthur chick, call it my trill nigga
I met Duke in 92 and we still
Rockin Hilfigers before was like chill niggas
Living well me and my go'n eat
you hate, hit the brakes with both feet

Hey yo, all
This is how supposed to be
Hey yo, all
This is how supposed to be
Hey yo, all
This is how supposed to be
Hey yo, all
This is how it's to be
Hey yo, all

Max with the homies, try to them things
them how to make a piece of change, even keep the change
But they neva change, a set of chains with another chain
Upgraded to a better chain, that Beretta sing, I ain't
Shoes on the start to look like hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look wolves
Money neva me only change the situation
The paper I be chasin got them sucka niggas
Started from the pavement, Satan,
match my claims so they compare me to a mason
Free like slaves but they and crazy
We talkin' bout crack or we talkin blacks?
Spliffing the blunt up, then pickin the gun up
is trippin if it in in the run up
Then they the come up, yup bitch
And they do the sun up
And this is for my and my gang
Through the and the fame
Only thing never change is my niggas

Hey yo, all
This is how supposed to be
Hey yo, all
This is how supposed to be
Hey yo, all
This is how it's to be
Hey yo, all
This is how supposed to be
Hey yo, all

I got the niggas I need with me
Any issues my you know to please hit me
No question no hesitation it comes to holding fam down,
If you me the fuck out you probably ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm past
You got me fucked up, talkin and kiss my ass
No sweatin the ho shit, too in tune the family
I do got the that do know Scott
They give me the love that a nigga
If its a to stay or a dime sack of weed
Word to Dennis, thick and thin until we finished
Focused to the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids
And keep my from goin away on a bid
Only wanted all the fly when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at momma crib
Beat niggas up so it, 'bout it they go blind about it
We all grown, of our own
Providing for 'em real niggas, real that's the code
so long as I am my brother's keeper
He will provide me with a nine if I or a street sweeper
The love I have for my niggas is another
You gotta nigga down with you for your whole life
Love for my
The brothers that I never had made my a lot less sad my nigga

Hey yo, all
is how it's supposed to be
Hey yo, all
is how it's supposed to be
Hey yo, all
This is how it's to be
Hey yo, all
This is how it's to be
Hey yo, all