Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light that shit the up man!

Y'all get ready to get high!

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

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

1]
B in the mix again, I'm startin shit again
I'm in the club with the again
coast niggas sippin gin
East niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
I'm in the back it's dark as hell
Shit you know me, VIP, nigga the L
And I to roll 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 bitches, get that cash
I'ma, hit them switches, them spokes
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 get sold
Don't pack roll
Hit L.A. Shaq and Kob'
Nigga please, got Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the got the gats on hold
All my vatos locos holmes 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 choppers on
Twenty niggas wit they creased
That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of
Or niggas on the back of blocks
That caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
Whether I, push the to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, hittin
St to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo

3]
All my playas who rock tan trees and tails
Say fuck they PD's and jail
Rock beaters with the plaided shirts
Only top buttoned, ready to buck somethin
You fuckin wit a gangsta
gangsta lookie
Shoot up your make you gangsta boogie
Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta me
What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga cookies?
Call state to the Staples
The four quake'll put in ya
zip up your stomach
Rip up younguns, make you pay to get 'em
how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons
Whether I, push the to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, then get dropped off
From up bitches, hittin switches
St Ives and Ingbing do my thing, yo

2X]

Yeah, (I 'em walk)
Beanie and that nigga Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)
Dogg Pound Roc La (Dogg Pound)
For life, do it like that, put hands up!
(Kurupt)
them 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 walk on 'em, yeah, and on 'em
Uh, and make 'em walk, yeah, my Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...