Luyện nghe bài hát Felony Niggas

Two guns up mothafucka, two guns up

If P want you dead, I comin' with niggas
Just a blunt and a three pound, of liquor
So ya homies got somethin' to pour that's old school shit
I ain't tryin' to put you under the

I'm tryin' to bang niggas the clouds
And I heard you say you rich so you get lower than styles
everybody dead just so noone can smile
Play the streets my whole life and I been a while

Biget I rock, ever since my nigga was shot and my nigga
Was shoot shit I'm the truth
If I lie, may I die in the of the verse
My niggas from first to first

Twelve months in a
Gun on waist, blunt in your ear
Pat in your sock, trade at the back of the
With a fein watchin' for knorx till the get dark

We ride, instead of the six
While you lookin' for a bitch, we for a brick
That we can cook by six and give the block a fix
Catch me on T sixty a shift

styles, nigga I ain't nothin' but streets
Just as as the shit, that be under your feet
And the only time I front is with a blunt and a
To show niggas that I'm nice and they ain't with me

Felony niggas cop cock heavily niggas that'd arm rob seventy
You know niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas
Stay on fifth, gettin' swervin' on
You know whether we ride or we die we gonna get

All I know is and guns and plenty of weed
And bitch that suck dick and niggas that bleed
And if you're before you go get a watch and a drop
You hit the court house and go bail out the block

If your son ain't worth shit niggas'll your daughter
I come through in a porshe the same color as
I got weight, what you want I can cover the
They call me boss when I cross the

Six shot caught her? I niggas say my face is screwed
But I'll put six in your stomach nigga lace food
Scream fuck every rapper that hate I'm rude
But that's that SP shit, you can it or move

We can let the bullets spill, till we all get
There's only six nice if you wanna be real
Niggas die everyday from talkin' that dumb
That where they're from

All that mean to me is you can get your gun
Just another dumb
Go to church to get the ghost
I did my dirt and got the ghost

Look at the world a niggas eyes
Don't be a bitch, you gonna and die
Rivin' in the sky, but no when you slither by
I pray to god that we it to heaven
But the only thing we makin' is channel

You know four, and seven, hot as fuck
And every rapper be dead, if they were than us
But since niggas alive they should be tellin' you somethin'
You ain't hear from holiday, he tellin' you nothin'
You know

Felony niggas cop cock heavily
That'd arm rob seventy
You know murderin' niggas you want doe, servin' you niggas
Stay on fifth, swervin' on niggas
You know wheather we or we die we gonna get this doe

Felony niggas cop cock heavily
arm rob seventy niggas
You murderin' niggas you want doe, they servin' you niggas
on fifth, gettin' swervin' on niggas
You wheather we ride or we die we gonna get this doe