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 niggas riding the train fitted
Thermals that Pelle 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 a video 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 where your forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the tints
Got niggas doing in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my in the pavement

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

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

2]
Who I gotta talk to who I write
I want my unsigned
Like want his five mics
Aiight, I bars you ain't gotta ride a bike
To peep game and his skill here go training wheels
roll
Through the of god
Where LA train to kill
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians
For naw Pharrell I need a track homie
Dre we to aint no turning back homie
Deal it I'm a be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Wright and Big yeah
Let me paint this
While you sit here thinking in the back of your 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 in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear
And every who ever helped me get here

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

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

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now three bricks, four
I'm upstate
Bricks, six bricks
The got cake
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
Look at the world we in
Niggas hate, to the heckler at Koch
him chopped up like freddy's face
Niggas feelings
Cause I'm about
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 have to 'em
The best of both
Rapping and drug
Run and the chief I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the story window
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' gon' heat me up
Talking that shit like they gon' lay me
And when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin' gon' heat me up
Talking shit like they gon' lay me down
And when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really know parts of me pal