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 the train Yankee fitted
under that Pelle shit
I New York but gangbanging that's 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 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 one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped a world where your forced to die for your colors
I seen it all 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 and spill my blood in the pavement

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

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

2]
Who I gotta talk to who I gotta
I want my unsigned
Like Kanye his five mics
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a
To game and his skill here go some training wheels
Let's
Through the of god
LA niggas train to kill
Chop you up hundred times worse the Haitians will
For real naw Pharrell I need a homie
Dre we to close no turning back homie
Deal with it I'm a be here for ten
Spittin like the of Eric Wright and Big yeah
Let me this picture
While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind is the shit yeah
I for you niggas 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 niggas keep sayin they gon me up
Talking that shit like gon lay me down
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 shit like gon lay me down
And when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas don't know parts of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now three bricks, four
I'm driving
Five Bricks, six
The got cake
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
Look at the world we in
Niggas hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up like face
catching feelings
Cause I'm millions
And outta all the out, my flow's the illest
You a close nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the same cage and 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, staring out the third story
Of my Beverly condo
With two ass heats
I call 'em Shaq and
You niggas me outta L.A.
I know

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

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