Luyện nghe bài hát Church For Thugs

Yeah, Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What fools know about perculatin on lo-los?
and six-fo's nigga
Ha ha, no more hand claps, nigga
we go - Just Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin hair braided
by a L.A. bitch
And I forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under Pelle shit
I love New York, but gangbangin L.A. shit
And I'm of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are, you can it down, fuck it {*volume fades*}
{*volume rises*} I can shoot a to it and spend half the budget
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal in public
More hatred inside my than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where you to die for your colors
I seen it all through the tints
Got niggas doin life in the pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the streets of
my blood in the pavement

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

Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta
Get my Reebok deal or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a
To beat Game in his skills, here go trainin wheels
Let's roll, through the City of God, where niggas to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the will
F'real, nah f'real I a track homey
Dre we too close, no turnin back homey
Deal with it, I'mma be here for ten
Spittin like the ghost of Eric and Big here
Let me paint this while you sit here
in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on fifth year
to throw a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & gear
And every who ever helped me to get here

me
Niggas sayin they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they lay me down
But when I through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really don't no parts of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come strapped to see what's up
really don't want no parts of me pal

It go one brick, two brick, the boy weight
Now three bricks, bricks, I'm drivin upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the got cake
Not rap money, but money wrapped since eighty-eight
at the world we live in, niggas steady hate
'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like face
Niggas feelings cause I'm about millions
And out of all the out, my flow the illest
You a close second nigga, banana to a
Put us in the same cage, and I'mma have to him
The of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the
The head honcho, starin out the third story
Of my Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas me out of L.A., geah I know

me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin shit like they gon' lay me down
But when I come through to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal
me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that shit like gon' lay me down
But when I come strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal