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
Thermals under that Pelle
I love New York but gangbanging L.A. shit
And I'm of it
Spit it through the wire so the crowd 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 than Pac had for Tucker
time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a 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 Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

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

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

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

Believe me niggas keep sayin gon heat me up
that shit like 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 strapped to see what's up
really don't know parts of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now bricks, four bricks
I'm driving
Five Bricks, six
The nigga got
Not rap money, but been rap since '88
Look at the we live in
Niggas hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up like freddy's
catching feelings
Cause I'm about
And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the
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 I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story
Of my Beverly Hills
With two ass heats
I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas me outta L.A.
Yeah I

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

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