Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn by a L.A. bitch
And I can't
My niggas riding the Yankee fitted
Thermals under that Pelle
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 know who you are you can turn it down it
I can a video to it and spend half the budget
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 to die for your colors
I seen it all through the tints
Got doing life in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
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 gon heat me up
Talking that shit like they 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 then I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't know of me pal

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

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

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 parts of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now three bricks, bricks
I'm upstate
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
him chopped up like freddy's face
Niggas catching
Cause I'm about
And outta all the out, my flow's the illest
You a close nigga,
A banana to a
Put us in the same cage and I'ma to peel 'em
The of both worlds
Rapping and drug
Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the
The honcho, staring out the third story window
Of my Hills condo
With two ass heats
I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You want me outta L.A.
I know

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

Niggas keep sayin' 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