Luyện nghe bài hát Brothers

If my niggas fuck wit' you, I don't fuck wit' you
That's just a 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 full of real niggas
I got some bad rich bitches, they my real
It's like working four not to kill niggas
My little niggas love to by and spill niggas
If y'all fell out over chips that ain't your real nigga
If y'all fell out over a chick that your real nigga
Before I be a nigga be a field nigga
I gotta Arthur chick, call it my trill nigga
I met in 92 and we still niggas
Rockin Hilfigers before they was chill niggas
well 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
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

Max with the homies, try to teach things
Teach them how to make a of change, even keep the change
But they change, bought 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 hooves
Pigs by the crib start to look like
Money neva change me only change the
The paper I be chasin got them sucka hatin
Started the pavement, basement Satan,
Couldn't my claims so they compare me to a mason
Free slaves but they based and crazy
We talkin' crack or we talkin about blacks?
Spliffing the up, then they pickin the gun up
is trippin if it in in the run up
Then they the come up, yup bitch
And do with the sun up
And this is for my and my gang
Through the and the fame
Only thing that change is my niggas

Hey yo, all
This is how it's 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

I got the niggas I need with me
Any my nigga you know to please hit me
No question no hesitation it comes to holding fam down,
If you creep me the fuck out you ain't around
Now you can hate on the side lines, I'm 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
give me the love that a nigga need
If its a place to stay or a sack of weed
Word to Dennis, ridin' and thin until we finished
to keep the pockets replenished, clothes on our kids
And my niggas from goin away on a bid
wanted all the fly shit when we got big
Chasin these hoes up in they ribs at they momma
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
so long as I am my brother's keeper
He will provide me a nine if I need or a street sweeper
The love I have for my is another type
You real nigga down with you for your whole life
Love for my
The brothers that I never had made my life a lot less sad my

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