Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my niggas on the porch their hair braided
Corn by a L.A. bitch
And I forget
My niggas riding the Yankee fitted
under that Pelle shit
I love New York but gangbanging L.A. shit
And I'm of it
Spit it through the so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are you can it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it and spend half the
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal in public
More hatred inside my than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I
Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for colors
I seen it all through the Range
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 spill my in the pavement

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

Niggas keep sayin they gon me up
Talking that shit like they goin lay me
And I come through 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 gotta ride a bike
To peep game and his skill go some training wheels
roll
Through the of god
Where LA niggas train to
you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will
For naw Pharrell I need a track homie
Dre we to aint no turning back homie
Deal with it I'm a be here for ten
like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah
Let me this 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
Them white boys in the and Fitch gear
And nigga who ever helped me get here

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

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

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now three bricks, bricks
I'm driving
Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got
Not rap money, but money been rap '88
Look at the we live in
Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at
Leave him chopped up like freddy's
catching feelings
Cause I'm about
And outta all the out, my flow's 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 both
and drug dealing
Run and tell the I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills
two long ass heats
I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas want me L.A.
I know

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

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