Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my on the porch getting their hair braided
Corn by a L.A. bitch
And I can't
My niggas riding the train fitted
Thermals under Pelle shit
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 know who you are you can it down fuck it
I can a video to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal in public
More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores
Every time one of my niggas get shot the I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range
Got niggas doing in the state pen
So I dread like
If I die for one of my
break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

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

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

2]
Who I talk to who I gotta write
I want my hype
Like Kanye want his mics
Aiight, I handle bars you ain't ride a bike
To peep game and his skill go some training wheels
Let's
Through the of god
Where LA 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 back homie
Deal it I'm a be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Wright and Big yeah
Let me this picture
While you sit here thinking in the 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 helped me get

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

Niggas sayin they gon heat me up
Talking that shit they gon lay me down
And when I come through strapped to see up
Niggas really know parts of me pal

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now bricks, four bricks
I'm upstate
Five Bricks, six
The got cake
Not rap money, but money rap since '88
at the world we live in
Niggas steady hate, to the at Koch
him chopped up like freddy's face
Niggas catching
Cause I'm millions
And outta all the newcomers out, my the illest
You a second nigga,
A to a guerilla
Put us in the same cage and I'ma to peel 'em
The best of worlds
Rapping and dealing
Run and tell the chief I came to burn the village
The honcho, staring out the third story window
Of my Beverly condo
With two ass heats
I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas want me L.A.
Yeah I

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

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