Luyện nghe bài hát Church For Thugs

Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, to Jersey
What y'all fools know perculatin on lo-los?
Mics and six-fo's
Ha ha, no more hand claps, please
Here we go - Blaze!

To all my niggas on the porch gettin they braided
by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that Pelle
I love New York, but gangbangin L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the 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 video to it and spend half the
I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in
More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores
Every time one of my get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range
Got niggas doin life in the pen
So I dread Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
break up the streets of Compton
Spread my blood in the

me
Niggas keep sayin they heat me up
Talkin that shit they gon' 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 gon' me up
Talkin that shit they gon' lay me down
But I come through strapped to see what's up
Niggas really want no parts of me pal

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

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

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin
Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the got cake
Not rap money, but been wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the world we live in, niggas steady
'til the and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face
Niggas catchin cause I'm about millions
And out of all the newcomes out, my the illest
You a close second nigga, banana to a
Put us in the cage, and I'mma have to peel him
The of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to burn the village
The honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills
Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em and Alonzo
You niggas want me out of L.A., I know

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