Luyện nghe bài hát For My Niggas

Ayo, light shit the fuck up man
Y'all get ready to get high
What we doin' in y'all, huh?
Everybody partyin', smokin', bullshittin', drinkin',

This for my niggas on the East rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which you claim? Put your glock up

is for my niggas on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three motion
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, playa put flag up

B Mack in the mix again, I'm shit again
I'm in the club with the again
West Coast niggas gin
East Coast 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 to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
Shit all my strapped 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 chicken, get that coke

I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Force
Til the, feds get me air out guns
the, P H I L L Y, to the, L B C to C P T, uh

This for my niggas on the East Coast
up Suburban, in the streets swervin'
All my niggas in the wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put your up

This is for my niggas on the West bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three wheel
All my dogs on the block just
put your rag up, playa put your flag up

I'm on the block til the pack get
Don't pack just roll, hit L.A. Shaq and Kob'
Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco
Got connects with the heat got the on hold

All my vatos locos holmes ese's
SA's with a fuck if the cops come holmes
That's fuck coppers holmes
We bust holmes
We on the block them choppers on

Twenty niggas wit they khaki's
That'll clap police, that sling on the back of streets
Or twenty on the back of blocks
That sling caps and rocks, who won't hesitate to the cops

Whether I, the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, then they get off
From pickin' up bitches, hittin'
St. Ides to Ingbing do my thing, yo

for my niggas on the East Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets
All my niggas in the street wit
Muh'fucka which you claim? Put your glock up

This is for my on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', wheel motion
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, put your flag up

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 somethin'

You fuckin' wit a gangsta rookie, gangsta lookie
Shoot up feet make you gangsta boogie
Shoot up jeep if you gangsta look me
What you think sweet?
What you eat, gangsta cookies?

Call to the Staples Center
The four put staples in ya
Nigga zip up your
Rip up younguns, make you pay to get 'em
That's how we play to get 'em, never pay for

I, push the truck to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, they get dropped off
From pickin' up bitches, hittin'
St. and Ingbing, I'ma do my thing, yo

This for my niggas on the East 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 Coast
Six-four rollin', wheel motion
All my dogs on the just loc'n
Nigga, put your rag up, put your flag up

for my niggas 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 glock up

is for my niggas on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three wheel
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga, put your rag up, playa put your up

Yeah, Beanie Sigel and that Daz Dillinger
(I 'em walk, and Kurupt)
Dogg Roc La Familia
(Dogg Pound)
For life, do it that, put your hands up

Make switches bounce nigga
California put your up nigga
Jump the moon
I wanna hear the gate to twitchin', nigga

play no games fool
And walk on 'em, yeah and on 'em
Uh and make 'em walk, yeah, my Beans
Bouncin',