Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light that the fuck up man!

Y'all get ready to get high!

What we doin in 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 Put your glock up
This is for my niggas on the coast bouncin
Six-four rollin, three motion
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, playa put flag up

1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm shit again
I'm in the club with the again
West niggas sippin gin
East niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
I'm in the back where dark as hell
Shit you know me, VIP, spark the L
And I to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
Shit all my niggas strapped 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 that chicken, get that
I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Ones
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 get sold
Don't pack just
Hit L.A. like Shaq and
please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the heat got the on hold
All my niggas vatos locos ese's
SA's SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes
That's fuck coppers holmes
We choppers holmes
We on the block sent them on
Twenty niggas wit khaki's creased
That'll clap police, sling crack on the back of streets
Or niggas on the back of blocks
sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
Whether I, push the truck to up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, then they get off
From pickin up bitches, switches
St Ives to Ingbing do my thing, yo

3]
All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck
Say fuck they PD's and jail
Rock wife beaters with the shirts
Only top button buttoned, ready to buck
You fuckin wit a rookie
gangsta lookie
Shoot up your feet make you boogie
Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta me
What you think sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?
Call state to the Staples
The quake'll put staples in ya
Nigga zip up your
Rip up your younguns, you pay to get 'em
That's how we play to get 'em, pay for pigeons
I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, they get dropped off
From up bitches, hittin switches
St Ives and I'ma do my thing, yo

2X]

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