Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my niggas on the getting their hair braided
Corn by a L.A. bitch
And I can't
My niggas the train Yankee fitted
under that Pelle shit
I love New York but gangbanging L.A. shit
And I'm of it
it through the wire 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 spend the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in
More inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I
Cause we inside a world where your forced to die for your colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got niggas doing in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Than break up the of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

Believe me niggas sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit like goin lay me down
And then I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking shit like they goin lay me down
And then I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't know of me pal

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

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

Niggas keep sayin they gon me up
Talking 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 weight
Now three bricks, bricks
I'm driving
Bricks, six bricks
The got cake
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
Look at the we live in
Niggas hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up freddy's face
Niggas feelings
Cause I'm millions
And outta all the newcomers out, my the illest
You a close nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the same and I'ma have to peel 'em
The best of worlds
and drug dealing
Run and tell the chief I to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the story window
Of my Beverly Hills
With two ass heats
I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas want me L.A.
I know

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

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