Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! that shit the fuck up man!

Y'all get ready to get high!

we doin in here y'all, huh?
Everybody partyin, smokin,
Drinkin,

This for my on the east coast rollin
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets
All my niggas in the wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your up
This is for my niggas on the west bouncin
Six-four rollin, three motion
All my dogs on the just loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, put your flag up

1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin again
I'm in the club the fifth again
West coast niggas gin
East coast Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
I'm in the where it's dark as hell
Shit you know me, VIP, nigga the L
And I come to a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
Shit all my strapped what all the bouncers for
deuce or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get that
I'ma, hit them switches, lift them
I'ma, push chicken, get that coke
I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force
Til the, feds come get me air out
the, P H I LL Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh

2]
I'm on the block til the pack get
Don't pack roll
Hit L.A. like and Kob'
Nigga please, got Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the got the gats on hold
All my niggas vatos locos holmes
SA's SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes
right fuck coppers holmes
We bust choppers
We on the block them choppers on
niggas wit they khaki's creased
That'll clap police, sling crack on the back of streets
Or twenty niggas on the back of
sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
Whether I, push the truck to up clucks
To get feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
From up bitches, hittin switches
St Ives to I'ma do my thing, yo

3]
All my playas who rock tan trees and tails
Say fuck they PD's and jail
Rock wife beaters the plaided shirts
top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin
You wit a gangsta rookie
Don't lookie
Shoot up your feet you gangsta boogie
up your jeep if you gangsta look me
What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta
Call to the Staples Center
The four put staples in ya
zip up your stomach
Rip up younguns, make you pay to get 'em
That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for
I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From up bitches, hittin switches
St Ives and Ingbing do my thing, yo

2X]

Yeah, (I 'em walk)
Beanie Sigel and that Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)
Dogg Pound Roc La (Dogg Pound)
For life, do it like that, put hands up!
(Kurupt)
Make them switches nigga
California put your hands up
Jump over the moon, I hear the gate start to twitchin nigga
Don't no games fool
And walk on 'em, yeah, and on 'em
Uh, and 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...