Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my on the porch getting their hair braided
rolled by a L.A. bitch
And I can't
My niggas riding the train Yankee
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 shoot a to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Tucker
Every time one of my 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 tints
Got niggas doing 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 sayin they gon me up
Talking that shit like they lay me down
And then I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin they gon me up
Talking shit like they goin lay me down
And then I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't know of me pal

2]
Who I gotta talk to who I write
I my unsigned hype
Kanye want his five mics
Aiight, I handle you ain't gotta ride a bike
To game and his skill here go some training wheels
roll
Through the of god
LA niggas train to kill
Chop you up hundred times than the Haitians will
For naw Pharrell I need a track homie
Dre we to close no turning back homie
Deal with it I'm a be for ten years
Spittin the ghost 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 spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year to throw a nigga off the 5th tier
Them boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And nigga who ever helped me get here

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

Niggas keep sayin they gon me up
that shit like they gon lay me down
And I come through 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 upstate
Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got
Not rap money, but money been rap '88
Look at the we live in
Niggas steady hate, to the at Koch
him chopped up like freddy's face
Niggas catching
Cause I'm millions
And all the newcomers 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 best of both
Rapping and dealing
Run and tell the chief I came to down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story
Of my Hills condo
two long ass heats
I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas want me L.A.
Yeah I

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