Luyện nghe bài hát Church 4 Thugs Featnate Dogg

1]
To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair
Corn by a L.A. bitch
And I forget
My niggas riding the train fitted
Thermals under that Pelle
I New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit
And I'm of it
Spit it through the wire so the love it
Haters you who you are you can turn it down fuck it
I can shoot a video to it and spend the budget
I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal in public
More hatred inside my than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my get shot the more I suffer
Cause we inside a world 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
break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement

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

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

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

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

3]
One brick, two
The boy weight
Now bricks, four bricks
I'm upstate
Bricks, six bricks
The nigga got
Not rap money, but money been rap '88
Look at the world we in
Niggas steady hate, to the at Koch
Leave him up like freddy's face
Niggas feelings
I'm about millions
And outta all the 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 both
Rapping and dealing
Run and the chief I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, staring out the third window
Of my Beverly condo
With two long ass
I call 'em Shaq and
You niggas me outta L.A.
Yeah I

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