Luyện nghe bài hát Dats My Nigga

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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
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 niggas
'Cause niggas drop a on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't over no ho
And my niggas keys if you can't open your door
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 kush I
White person, got my middle on the trigger
With my little finger to you
I it's fuck all y'all niggas
my niggas

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 nigga (My niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I done a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can me out Chicago with them muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will the trigger
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin the liquor
I'm a buy a bottles just 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, have em "can't get up"
Same nigga the bottom ain't a damn thing change
me out in Collins screamin "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, lookin like I claim
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't
out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my nigga
'Cause I been in the field life on the line him
And if it's really good, why I die with em
'Cause when I the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've grindin 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 got 250 thousand 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 ain't got no
I just come through a couple bossy bitches
get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the then it's floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my
menu fries apple pies otha bitches
I drop a and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some strokes, Todd Bridges
out to my main bitches, and my side bitches
Need a nigga with some good neck,
My

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
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 (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my