Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

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

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 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 to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' if you can't open your door
Hope you ride for my niggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin'
I kill for my niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I
person, got my middle finger on the trigger
With my finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all niggas
Except my

I said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I goin' 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 a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil will bring the trigger
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the
I'm a buy a hundred just to give 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, have em "can't get up"
Same nigga from the ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins screamin "money a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my than I know it ain't love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG my nigga
'Cause I been in the field 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 that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin all day with 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 thousand for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or your thirst, nigga?
You ain't got no joints
a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Bridges
out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a with some good neck, ostriches
My

I said that I'mma for my motherfuckin' niggas
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't 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