Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair
Corn rolled by a L.A.
And I can't
My riding 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 through the so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are you can turn it down it
I can shoot a to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal in public
More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores
Every one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where your to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range
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 keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit like goin lay me down
And then I come through to see what's up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal

keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit they goin lay me down
And then I come through to see what's up
really don't know parts of me pal

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

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

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now three bricks, bricks
I'm upstate
Five Bricks, six
The got cake
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
Look at the we live in
Niggas steady hate, to the at Koch
Leave him chopped up like freddy's
Niggas feelings
Cause I'm millions
And outta all the out, my flow's the illest
You a second nigga,
A banana to a
Put us in the cage and I'ma have to peel 'em
The best of both
Rapping and dealing
Run and tell the chief I came to burn the village
The head honcho, staring out the third window
Of my Hills condo
With two ass heats
I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
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 I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

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