Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn rolled by a L.A.
And I forget
My niggas riding the train Yankee
under that Pelle shit
I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A.
And I'm of it
Spit it through the wire so the love it
Haters you who you are you can turn it down fuck it
I can a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in
hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a where your forced to die for your colors
I seen it all the Range tints
Got niggas doing in the state pen
So I dread like
If I die for one of my
Than break up the streets of Compton and my blood in the pavement

Believe me keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that like they goin lay me down
And then I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

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

2]
Who I gotta talk to who I write
I my unsigned hype
Like want his five mics
Aiight, I bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
To game and his skill here go some training wheels
Let's
the city of god
Where LA niggas train to
you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will
For real naw Pharrell I need a homie
Dre we to aint no turning back homie
Deal it I'm a be here for ten years
Spittin like the of Eric Wright and Big yeah
Let me paint this
While you sit here in the back of your mind this 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 boys in the and Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever me get here

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

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

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now three bricks, bricks
I'm driving
Bricks, six bricks
The got cake
Not rap money, but been rap since '88
Look at the world we 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 second nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the same and I'ma have to peel 'em
The best of both
and drug dealing
Run and tell the I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third window
Of my Beverly Hills
With two long ass
I call 'em Shaq and
You niggas me outta L.A.
I know

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

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