Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my nigga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin'
Real talk, I really fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a
And I put a ho before my bro
beef over no ho
And my niggas sellin' if you can't open your door
you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin'
I for my motherfuckin' niggas
Vice versa, red from the kush I blew
White person, got my finger on the trigger
my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all y'all
Except my

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the
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 done spent a million dollars on my muthafuckin
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk bring the trigger
And when we on lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles to give it to the bitches
She can like it on my
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 from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I it ain't love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG my nigga
'Cause I in the field life on the line with him
And if really good, why I prolly die with em
'Cause when I the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
I've 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

I got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's 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
Flossy bitches, Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my bitches
Need a with some good neck, ostriches
My

I said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've grindin 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