Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my niggas on the getting their hair braided
Corn rolled by a L.A.
And I can't
My riding the train Yankee fitted
Thermals that Pelle shit
I love New York but gangbanging L.A. shit
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 spend half the
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal in public
More hatred inside my than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where forced to die for your colors
I it all through the Range tints
Got niggas life 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 sayin they gon heat me up
Talking shit like they goin lay me down
And I come through strapped to see what's up
really don't want no parts of me pal

Niggas sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that like 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 gotta to who I gotta write
I my unsigned hype
Like Kanye want his five
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't ride a bike
To peep and his skill here go some training wheels
roll
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 with it I'm a be here for ten
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big
Let me paint this
While you sit thinking in the back of your mind 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 boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever me get here

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

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now bricks, four bricks
I'm upstate
Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
Look at the we live in
steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up like face
Niggas catching
Cause I'm millions
And outta all the newcomers out, my the illest
You a second nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the cage and I'ma have to peel 'em
The of both worlds
Rapping and dealing
Run and tell the chief I to burn down the village
The head honcho, out the third story window
Of my Beverly condo
two long ass heats
I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas me outta L.A.
Yeah I

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

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