Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

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

I'd die for my nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin'
On the stand I'd lie for my nigga
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't really with too many niggas
'Cause drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open your
Hope you ride for my niggas
it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin'
Vice versa, eyes red from the I blew
White person, got my middle on the trigger
With my little finger to you
I it's fuck all y'all niggas
Except my

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

I done a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them hittas
in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger
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
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and be lit up
you at the red light, have em screamin "can't get up"
Same nigga from the ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, lookin like I blood
And if homie ain't my homie I know it ain't love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG my nigga
'Cause I been in the field life on the with him
And if it's really good, why I prolly die em
'Cause I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
Most likely die with my finger on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my
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 know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga?
You niggas got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you got no point
I just come through with a couple 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 ride for my
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
Bitches, my
I need a nigga some different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a nigga with some neck, ostriches
My

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most I'mma die with my finger 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 (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my