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 street wit
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your up
This is for my niggas on the coast bouncin
Six-four rollin, three motion
All my dogs on the block just
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 coast sippin gin
East niggas Belvedere, cranberry nigga mix it in
I'm in the back where it's dark as
Shit you know me, VIP, spark the L
And I come to roll a or more, bounce wit whores
Shit all my niggas what all the bouncers for
Whether deuce or Sig on Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get cash
I'ma, hit them switches, lift spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get 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'
please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got with the heat got the gats on hold
All my niggas vatos holmes ese's
SA's SK's a fuck if the cops come holmes
That's right fuck coppers
We bust holmes
We on the sent them choppers on
Twenty niggas wit khaki's 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 the cops
Whether I, push the truck to pick up
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, hittin
St to Ingbing I'ma do my thing, yo

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

2X]

Yeah, (I 'em walk)
Beanie Sigel and that nigga Daz (and Kurupt)
Pound Roc La Familia (Dogg Pound)
For life, do it like that, put hands up!
(Kurupt)
Make them switches bounce
California put 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...