Luyện nghe bài hát Church For Thugs

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

To all my on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee
Snub under that Pelle shit
I love New York, but that's L.A. shit
And I'm proud of it, spit it 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 soul than 'Pac had for Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I
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 like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then up the streets of Compton
my blood in the pavement

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

Who I gotta talk to, who I write
Get my deal done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin
Let's roll, the City of God, where niggas trained to kill
We'll chop you up a hundred worse than the Haitians will
F'real, nah f'real I need a homey
Dre we too close, ain't no back homey
with it, I'mma be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Wright 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 doin 25 on they fifth year
Ready to a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch
And every who ever helped me to get here

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

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

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