Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my niggas on the porch their hair braided
rolled by a L.A. bitch
And I forget
My niggas riding the train Yankee
Thermals under that shit
I love New York but that's 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 to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal in public
hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world your forced to die for your colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my in the pavement

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

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

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

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

keep sayin they 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

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now three bricks, four
I'm driving
Five Bricks, six
The nigga got
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
at the world we live in
Niggas hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up like face
Niggas catching
Cause I'm about
And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the
You a close nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to 'em
The best of worlds
Rapping and dealing
Run and tell the I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third window
Of my Beverly Hills
two long ass heats
I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas me outta L.A.
I know

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

keep sayin' they 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