Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

I'm talkin bout puttin on, out
Glocks in my ma's
you with that work
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you that head up
But we don't fight fair
Catch you from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone you out, then Buddah gone stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine milli pokin' out, 4 pokin' out
Death Row days you what this West Coast about

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in front a for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
talk, I don't really fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a nickels
I be laughin' to the bank the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, a nipple
And I put a ho before my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open your
Hope you ride for my niggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin'
I for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, eyes red the kush I blew
White person, got my middle on the trigger
With my finger to you niggas
I it's fuck all y'all niggas
Except my

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I done spent a million dollars on my muthafuckin
You can catch me out Chicago with them hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will the trigger
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to it to the bitches
She can like it on my
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and be lit up
Catch you at the red light, em screamin "can't get up"
Same nigga from the bottom ain't a damn change
Catch me out in screamin "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, lookin I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie I know it ain't love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my
'Cause I been in the field life on the line him
And if it's really good, why I die with em
'Cause when I need the choppers, I just Tock hit em

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I just got 250 dollars for a verse, nigga
I know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga?
You niggas ain't got no
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no
I just come through with a bossy bitches
get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the game it's floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my bitches, and my side bitches
a nigga with some good neck, ostriches
My

I said that I'mma for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've been grindin all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my