Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers

If my niggas don't fuck wit' you, I don't wit' you
just a code in my hood, don't let these guns hit you
Be a man of word, don't ever let 'em play you
up for your shit, make sure these haters pay you
Can't nothing stop a room full of niggas
I got some bad rich bitches, my real niggas
It's like working four jobs not to kill
My little love 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 nigga
I gotta Port Arthur chick, it my trill nigga
I met Duke in 92 and we still
Hilfigers before they was like chill niggas
Living well me and my niggas eat
Before you hate, hit the brakes with feet

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

Max with the homies, try to teach them
Teach them how to make a piece of change, even keep the
But they neva change, a set of chains with another chain
Upgraded to a better chain, Beretta sing, I ain't playing
Shoes on the 'rari start to look like
Pigs by the crib start to like wolves
Money neva change me only the situation
The paper I be chasin got them niggas hatin
Started the pavement, basement Satan,
Couldn't match my so they compare me to a mason
Free like slaves but they and crazy
We talkin' bout or we talkin about blacks?
Spliffing the blunt up, then pickin the gun up
Motherfuckers is if it in in the run up
Then they gettin the come up, yup
And they do the sun up
And this is for my niggas and my
Through the and the fame
Only thing that change is my niggas

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

I got the niggas that I need me
Any my nigga you know to please hit me
No question no when it comes to holding fam down,
If you creep me the fuck out you probably around
Now you can on the side lines, I'm skippin past
You got me fucked up, keep talkin and my ass
No the ho shit, too in tune with the family
I do got the ones that do know
They give me the love that a nigga
If its a place to or a dime sack of weed
Word to Dennis, ridin' thick and thin until we
Focused to keep the pockets replenished, on our kids
And keep my from goin away on a bid
Only all the fly shit 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 real niggas, real morals the code
Perform so long as I am my keeper
He will provide me with a nine if I or a street sweeper
The I have for my niggas is another type
You gotta real nigga down with you for your whole
for my niggas
The that I never had made my life a lot less sad my nigga

Hey yo, all
This is how supposed to be
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 supposed to be
Hey yo, all