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 the train Yankee fitted
Thermals under that shit
I love New but gangbanging that's L.A. shit
And I'm of it
Spit it 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 in public
More hatred my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot the I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a where your forced to die for your colors
I it all through the Range tints
Got niggas doing life in the pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Than break up the of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

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

Niggas sayin they gon heat me up
Talking shit like they goin 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 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
Let's
Through the of god
Where LA niggas to kill
Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians
For real naw I need a track homie
Dre we to close no turning back homie
with 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 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 Abercrombie and 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 I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas don't want no parts of me pal

Niggas keep sayin they gon me up
Talking shit like they 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 three bricks, bricks
I'm upstate
Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got
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 freddy's face
Niggas 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 best of worlds
Rapping and drug
Run and tell the chief I to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third story
Of my Beverly Hills
With two long ass
I call 'em and Alonzo
You want me outta L.A.
Yeah I

Believe me keep sayin' 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 sayin' they 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