Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light shit the fuck up man!

Y'all niggas get to get high!

What we in here y'all, huh?
partyin, smokin, bullshittin
Drinkin,

This for my niggas on the coast rollin
up Suburban, in the streets swervin
All my niggas in the wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you Put your glock up
This is for my niggas on the west coast
Six-four rollin, wheel motion
All my on the block just loc'n
Nigga put rag up, playa put your flag up

1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm shit again
I'm in the club with the fifth
West niggas sippin 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 roll a ounce or more, bounce wit
Shit all my niggas 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, them dickies, Air Force Ones
Til the, feds get me air out guns
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
pack just roll
Hit L.A. like Shaq and
please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the heat got the gats on
All my niggas locos holmes ese's
with SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes
That's right fuck holmes
We bust choppers
We on the block sent them on
Twenty niggas wit they khaki's
That'll clap police, that crack on the back of streets
Or niggas on the back of blocks
That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the
Whether I, push the truck to up clucks
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, hittin
St to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo

3]
All my who rock tan trees and chuck tails
Say they PD's and duck jail
Rock wife beaters with the shirts
Only top button buttoned, ready to somethin
You wit a gangsta rookie
gangsta lookie
Shoot up your feet make you boogie
Shoot up your if you gangsta look me
What you this sweet? What you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?
Call to the Staples Center
The four quake'll put in ya
zip up your stomach
Rip up your younguns, you pay to get 'em
how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons
Whether I, push the truck to up clucks
To get they knocked off, then they get dropped off
pickin 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 your up!
(Kurupt)
Make them switches nigga
California put your up nigga
Jump over the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin
Don't play no games
And on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em
Uh, and 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...