Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers

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

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 supposed to be
Hey yo, all

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

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

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

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