Luyện nghe bài hát For My

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I got outdated, if it is it's upgraded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

I represent street niggas
When get hot, carry the heat niggas
Them sweet niggas off feet niggas
You livin' on the edge, fleet
That's why my clique we do or die and roll nigga
Ain't nothing sweet nigga, the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the wit two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side
While cock a nigga mind poppin'
through you house wit my iron now when

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

I bullshittin' 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' number six, "bitch give me some head"
And for you niggas out who be jacking the wrist
Got a new group for ya, Nina and the Clipse
And from the hip I shoot, if you wanna get
Bout ta ya the truth
I'm more focused I'm in the Lou'

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

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

Four karats in my earring, five my knuckle
Six wrap the wrist, the belt buckle
Leave them wit it look like Nelly I didn't
If you was the Frost why didn't you say so
Somebody gotta my nigga why not me
Even my dentist told me floss 7 days a
burnt out the piece, Gucci, and hat, sneaks
Butter soft seats for trash talkin' freaks

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 style and
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the face

I'm this one for my niggas
Who be it tight
Only lovin' dime bitches that fuck on the first
is for my bitches
Wit the style and
Who hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face

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

I'm this one for my niggas
Who be keepin' it
Only lovin' bitches that fuck on the first night
is for my bitches
Wit the style and
Who hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face

I'm this one for my niggas