Luyện nghe bài hát For My

Now on the scale of one to ten, I rated, a 12 (right!)
You know and these cats hate it
I got outdated, if it is it's upgraded
S-class wit everything
Chrome rims three bladed, factory made it
wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it
Now it's like that; Purple and Cognac
On the beach in L.A. dime bitches ridin' my back

I represent them street
When they get hot, carry the niggas
sweet niggas off they feet niggas
You on the edge, fleet nigga
That's why my clique we do or die and roll deep
Ain't nothing sweet nigga, recognize the bloody
Ready to represent the Grove wit two
I carry 4's in my pocket
While yours a nigga mind poppin'
through you house wit my iron now when

I'm doing this one for my
Who be keepin' it
Only lovin' dime bitches that on the first night
is for my bitches
Wit the and grace
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the face

I'm doing this one for my
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the night
This is for my
Wit the style and
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin

I ain't I trick 'em and run up in their kitten
And she ain't a or betta, my niggas then I'm splitin'
Get a code-red hop in the Jag and
Pumpin' Nore number six, "bitch me some head"
And for you niggas out there who be jacking the
Got a new for ya, Nina Ross and the Clipse
And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get
ta tell ya the truth
I'm more focused I'm born in the

I'm doing this one for my
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime bitches fuck on the first night
This is for my
Wit the style and
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' but the Benjamin face

I'm doing this one for my
Who be keepin' it
Only lovin' bitches that fuck on the first night
is for my bitches
Wit the style and
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the face

I ain't no nigga
up out that Holly Grove dungeon nigga
Flame up and toast let it get up in here
You don't make out alive often up in here
I'mma speak on of the C.M.B. partna
I'm a sweep off ya air if its any beef
I skeet off a bag of the dilly-D
Slip me on a hit the Benz wit three choppers
Weezy-wez

karats in my earring, five around my knuckle
Six the wrist, check the belt buckle
Leave them wit it look like I didn't know
If you was the Jackie Frost why you say so
Somebody gotta shine my why not me
Even my dentist told me 7 days a week
Freeza out the piece, Gucci, and hat, sneaks
Butter soft leather seats for trash freaks

I'm this one for my niggas
Who be it tight
Only dime bitches that fuck on the first night
is for my bitches
Wit the and grace
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' but the Benjamin face

I'm this one for my niggas
Who be keepin' it
Only lovin' dime bitches fuck on the first night
This is for my
Wit the and grace
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin

I'm doing this one for my
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime that fuck on the first night
This is for my
Wit the and grace
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the face

I'm doing one for my niggas
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime bitches fuck on the first night
is for my bitches
Wit the and grace
Who ain't nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face

I'm doing one for my niggas