Luyện nghe bài hát For Mi Ni****

Ayo! Light shit the fuck up man!

Y'all get ready to get high!

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

This for my niggas on the east rollin
up Suburban, in the streets swervin
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your up
This is for my niggas on the coast bouncin
Six-four rollin, wheel 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
coast niggas 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 them bitches, get that
I'ma, hit them switches, lift spokes
I'ma, push chicken, get that 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
pack just roll
Hit L.A. Shaq and Kob'
please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the got the gats on hold
All my niggas locos holmes ese's
SA's with a fuck if the cops come holmes
right fuck coppers holmes
We choppers holmes
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 twenty niggas on the of blocks
That caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to clap the cops
Whether I, push the truck to pick up
To get they feathers knocked off, then get dropped off
From pickin up bitches, switches
St Ives to I'ma do my thing, yo

3]
All my playas who rock tan trees and tails
Say fuck they and duck jail
Rock beaters with the plaided shirts
Only top button buttoned, ready to buck
You fuckin wit a gangsta
Don't gangsta
Shoot up your feet make you gangsta
Shoot up your jeep if you gangsta me
What you think this sweet? What you eat, gangsta cookies?
Call to the Staples Center
The quake'll put staples in ya
Nigga zip up stomach
Rip up your younguns, you pay to get 'em
That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for
Whether I, 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 nigga 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 wanna hear the gate start to nigga
Don't no games fool
And walk on 'em, yeah, and on 'em
Uh, and 'em walk, yeah, my nigga Beans...
Bouncin, bouncin...