Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

I'm talkin bout on, ridin out
Glocks in my house
Front you with that
(I done front a work)
You say you want that up
But we don't fight brah
Catch you from your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, 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 show you what this West about

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin'
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin'
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't really with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money
Drivin' somethin' you ain't, top off, suck 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 niggas
I for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, eyes red the kush I blew
White person, got my finger on the trigger
With my little to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all
my niggas

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
I've grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't in unless 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 niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to it to the bitches
She can it on my bitches
she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, em screamin "can't get up"
Same nigga from the bottom a damn thing 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
out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my nigga
'Cause I been in the life on the line with him
And if it's really good, why I die with em
'Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell hit em

I said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the
I've grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't in unless 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 got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or your thirst, nigga?
You ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you got no point
I just come through with a bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "don't me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the game then floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a nigga some good neck, ostriches
My

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