Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

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

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

2]
Who I gotta talk to who I gotta
I my unsigned hype
Like want his five mics
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't ride a bike
To peep 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 real naw Pharrell I need a homie
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 picture
you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah
I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier
Them white boys in the and Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever me get here

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

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

3]
One brick, two
The boy moving
Now bricks, four bricks
I'm driving
Bricks, six bricks
The got cake
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
Look at the we live in
steady hate, to the heckler at Koch
Leave him chopped up freddy's face
catching feelings
Cause I'm millions
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 I'ma have to 'em
The of both worlds
and drug dealing
Run and the chief I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the story window
Of my Beverly condo
With two long ass
I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas want me L.A.
Yeah I

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