Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light shit the fuck up man!

Y'all get ready to get high!

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

This for my on the east coast rollin
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin
All my niggas in the wit caine
which street you claim? Put your glock up
This is for my niggas on the coast bouncin
Six-four rollin, wheel motion
All my dogs on the just loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, put your flag up

1]
B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin shit
I'm in the with the fifth again
West niggas sippin gin
East coast niggas Belvedere, nigga mix it in
I'm in the back where it's dark as
Shit you know me, VIP, nigga the L
And I come to a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
Shit all my strapped what all the bouncers for
Whether deuce or Sig on Ave
I'ma, get bitches, get that cash
I'ma, hit them switches, them spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get coke
I'ma, rock dickies, Air Force Ones
Til the, come 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 til the pack get sold
Don't pack just
Hit L.A. like and Kob'
Nigga please, got trees gold
Got connects with the heat got the on hold
All my niggas vatos locos ese's
SA's with SK's a fuck if the cops holmes
That's right fuck holmes
We bust choppers
We on the sent them choppers on
Twenty niggas wit they khaki's
That'll clap police, that sling crack on the of streets
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, then they get off
From up bitches, hittin switches
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
Only top button buttoned, ready to buck
You fuckin wit a gangsta
Don't gangsta
Shoot up your feet make you boogie
up your jeep if you gangsta look me
What you think this sweet? you eat, nigga gangsta cookies?
Call state to the 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
Whether I, push the to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, then get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, hittin
St and Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo

2X]

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