Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

I'm bout puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my house
Front you with work
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you that head up
But we fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' your backside, then knock you out
Ace gone stomp you out, then gone stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you with a eye and busted mouth)
milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days show you what this West Coast

I'd die for my nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherfuckin'
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin'
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too many
'Cause niggas a dime on you like a couple 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
beef over no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you open your door
Hope you ride for my niggas
When it it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the
With my finger to you niggas
I swear fuck all y'all niggas
Except my

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

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

I said that I'mma ride for my 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 just got 250 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 come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the game then floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my
menu fries apple pies otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd
Shout out to my bitches, and my side bitches
Need a nigga some good neck, ostriches
My

I said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely die with my finger on the trigger
been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my