Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn rolled by a L.A.
And I can't
My riding the train Yankee fitted
Thermals under that Pelle
I love New York but that's L.A. shit
And I'm of it
Spit it the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you who you are you can turn it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it and spend half the
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I
Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for colors
I seen it all through the Range
Got doing life in the state pen
So I dread like
If I die for one of my
Than break up the of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

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

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

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

Believe me niggas keep sayin gon heat me up
Talking that shit like they gon lay me
And when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

keep 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 know of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now three bricks, four
I'm upstate
Five Bricks, six
The got cake
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
Look at the world we in
Niggas steady hate, to the at Koch
Leave him chopped up like freddy's
catching feelings
Cause I'm about
And all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest
You a second nigga,
A banana to a
Put us in the same cage and have to peel 'em
The best of worlds
and drug dealing
Run and tell the I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story
Of my Beverly condo
two long ass heats
I call 'em Shaq and
You want me outta L.A.
I know

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