Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my niggas on the porch getting hair braided
Corn rolled by a L.A.
And I can't
My niggas riding the train Yankee
Thermals under that Pelle
I love New York but that's L.A. shit
And I'm of it
Spit it through the so the crowd love it
Haters you who you are you can turn it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it and half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

Believe me niggas keep sayin gon heat me up
Talking that like they goin lay me down
And then I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal

Niggas keep sayin they gon me up
Talking that shit they goin lay me down
And then I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas really know parts of me pal

2]
Who I gotta talk to who I write
I want my hype
Like Kanye want his five
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta a bike
To peep game and his skill here go some wheels
Let's
Through the of god
Where LA niggas train to
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians
For real naw I need a track homie
Dre we to close aint no turning homie
Deal with it I'm a be here for ten
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big
Let me this picture
While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind is the shit yeah
I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th
Them white in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every who ever helped me get here

Believe me niggas sayin they gon heat me up
that shit like they gon lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see up
really don't want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep they gon heat me up
that shit like they gon lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really know parts of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now three bricks, bricks
I'm driving
Five Bricks, six
The nigga got
Not rap money, but been rap since '88
Look at the world we in
steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up like freddy's
catching feelings
Cause I'm millions
And outta all the out, my flow's the illest
You a close nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to 'em
The best of both
Rapping and drug
Run and tell the I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, out the third story window
Of my Beverly condo
With two long ass
I call 'em Shaq and
You want me outta L.A.
Yeah I

Believe me niggas keep sayin' they heat me up
Talking that like they gon' lay me down
And when I come through to see what's up
really don't want no parts of me pal

Niggas sayin' they gon' heat me up
Talking shit like they gon' lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas don't know parts of me pal