Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light that shit the up man!

Y'all get ready to get high!

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

This for my niggas on the east rollin
up Suburban, in the streets swervin
All my niggas in the wit caine
Muh'fucka which you claim? Put your glock up
This is for my niggas on the coast bouncin
Six-four rollin, three wheel
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, playa put your up

1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin again
I'm in the club with the fifth
coast niggas sippin gin
East coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry mix it in
I'm in the back it's dark as hell
you know me, VIP, nigga spark 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 them bitches, get that
I'ma, hit switches, lift them spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get coke
I'ma, rock dickies, Air Force 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 pack just
Hit L.A. like Shaq and
please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got connects the heat got the gats on hold
All my niggas locos holmes ese's
SA's with SK's a fuck if the come holmes
right fuck coppers holmes
We choppers holmes
We on the block them choppers on
niggas wit they khaki's creased
That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of
Or twenty niggas on the of blocks
That sling and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
Whether I, push the to pick up clucks
To get feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, hittin
St Ives to I'ma do my thing, yo

3]
All my playas who rock tan and chuck tails
Say fuck they PD's and jail
Rock wife beaters with the plaided
top button buttoned, ready to buck somethin
You wit a gangsta rookie
Don't lookie
Shoot up your make you gangsta boogie
Shoot up your if you gangsta look me
you think this 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, never pay for
I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, switches
St Ives and I'ma do my thing, yo

2X]

Yeah, (I 'em walk)
Beanie Sigel and that Daz Dillinger (and Kurupt)
Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound)
For life, do it that, put your hands up!
(Kurupt)
Make switches bounce nigga
put your hands up nigga
Jump over the moon, I hear the gate start to twitchin nigga
play no games fool
And walk on 'em, yeah, and on 'em
Uh, and 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...