Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light shit the fuck up man!

Y'all niggas get to get high!

we doin 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 street wit
Muh'fucka street you claim? Put your glock up
This is for my niggas on the west bouncin
Six-four rollin, three wheel
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga put rag up, playa put your flag 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 coast niggas Belvedere, cranberry mix it in
I'm in the back where it's as hell
Shit you me, VIP, nigga spark the L
And I come to roll a ounce or more, wit whores
all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for
Whether or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get that
I'ma, hit switches, lift them spokes
I'ma, that 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 til the pack get sold
Don't just roll
Hit L.A. Shaq and Kob'
Nigga please, got Aculpulco gold
Got connects the heat got the gats on hold
All my niggas vatos locos ese's
SA's with a fuck if the cops come holmes
That's right fuck coppers
We bust choppers
We on the block sent them on
Twenty niggas wit they khaki's
That'll clap police, that sling crack on the back of
Or twenty niggas on the of blocks
That sling caps and rocks, who hesitate to clap the cops
Whether I, push the truck to pick up
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, switches
St Ives to Ingbing do my thing, yo

3]
All my who rock tan trees and chuck tails
Say fuck they and duck jail
Rock wife beaters with the plaided
Only top button buttoned, ready to somethin
You wit a gangsta rookie
Don't gangsta
Shoot up your feet make you gangsta
Shoot up your jeep if you look me
What you think this sweet? What you eat, gangsta cookies?
Call state to the Center
The four quake'll put in ya
zip up your stomach
Rip up your younguns, you pay to get 'em
That's how we play to get 'em, pay for pigeons
Whether I, push the truck to pick up
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, hittin
St Ives and Ingbing do my thing, yo

2X]

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