Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light that the fuck up man!

Y'all get ready 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 street wit
Muh'fucka which you claim? Put your glock up
is for my niggas on the west coast bouncin
Six-four rollin, three wheel
All my on the block just loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, playa put your up

1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit
I'm in the club with the fifth
West coast sippin gin
East niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
I'm in the back it's dark as hell
Shit you me, VIP, nigga spark the L
And I come to roll a ounce or more, 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, lift spokes
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 til the pack get sold
Don't just roll
Hit L.A. like and Kob'
Nigga please, got trees gold
Got with the heat got the gats on hold
All my niggas locos holmes ese's
SA's with SK's a if the cops come holmes
That's right coppers holmes
We choppers holmes
We on the block them choppers on
Twenty niggas wit they creased
That'll clap police, that sling on the back of streets
Or niggas on the back of blocks
That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the
I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
From up bitches, hittin switches
St Ives to Ingbing 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 fuckin wit a gangsta
gangsta lookie
Shoot up your feet make you boogie
Shoot up your jeep if you look me
What you think this sweet? What you eat, nigga cookies?
Call to the Staples Center
The four quake'll put in ya
Nigga zip up your
Rip up your younguns, you pay to get 'em
That's how we to get 'em, never pay for pigeons
I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, hittin
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 like that, put hands up!
(Kurupt)
Make them switches nigga
California put hands up nigga
Jump the moon, I wanna hear the gate start to twitchin nigga
Don't play no fool
And on 'em, yeah, and walk on 'em
Uh, and 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...