Luyện nghe bài hát Church For Thugs

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

To all my niggas on the porch they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A.
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin the train, fitted
Snub nose under that Pelle
I love New York, but gangbangin that's L.A.
And I'm proud of it, spit it through the so the crowd love it
you know who you are, you can turn 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 in public
More inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker
time one of my niggas 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 tints
Got niggas life in the state pen
So I like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my
Then break up the streets of
my blood in the pavement

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

Who I gotta to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok done or I'm stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a
To beat Game in his skills, go some trainin wheels
Let's roll, the City of God, where 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 like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big
Let me paint this picture you sit here
in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on they fifth
to throw a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch
And nigga 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 through to see what's up
Niggas really don't want no of me pal
me
Niggas sayin they gon' heat me up
Talkin that shit like they 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 drivin
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, leave 'em chopped up Freddie's face
Niggas feelings cause I'm about millions
And out of all the out, my flow the illest
You a close nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and have to peel him
The best of both worlds, and drug dealin
Run and tell I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, starin out the third story
Of my Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I 'em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas me out of L.A., geah I know

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