Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

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

Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon me up
Talking that like they goin lay me down
And I come 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 through strapped to see 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 mics
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta a bike
To peep game and his here go some training wheels
roll
Through the of god
Where LA niggas train to
Chop you up hundred times worse than the will
For real naw Pharrell I a track homie
Dre we to aint no turning back homie
Deal with it I'm a be for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big
Let me this picture
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 boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And nigga who ever helped me get here

Believe me niggas sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit like they gon lay me
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 that shit like they gon lay me
And I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't parts of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now bricks, four bricks
I'm driving
Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got
Not rap money, but been rap since '88
Look at the we live in
Niggas steady hate, to the at Koch
Leave him chopped up like freddy's
Niggas catching
Cause I'm millions
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 have to 'em
The best of worlds
and drug dealing
Run and tell the I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story
Of my Beverly Hills
two long ass heats
I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You want me outta L.A.
Yeah I

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

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