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 riding the train Yankee fitted
Thermals under that shit
I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A.
And I'm of it
it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are you can turn it down it
I can shoot a video to it and half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in
More inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for colors
I it all through the Range tints
Got niggas doing life in the pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Than break up the streets of Compton and my blood in the pavement

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

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

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

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

Niggas keep 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 know of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now bricks, four bricks
I'm upstate
Five Bricks, six
The got cake
Not rap money, but been rap since '88
at the world we live in
Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at
Leave him chopped up like face
Niggas catching
Cause I'm millions
And all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
You a second nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the same cage and I'ma 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 story
Of my Hills condo
two long ass heats
I call 'em Shaq and
You niggas me outta L.A.
Yeah I

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

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