Luyện nghe bài hát For My Niggas

Ayo, light that shit the up man
Y'all niggas get to get high
What we in here y'all, huh?
partyin', smokin', bullshittin', drinkin', c'mon

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

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

B Mack in the mix again, I'm startin' shit
I'm in the club the fifth again
West Coast niggas gin
East niggas Belvedere, Cranberry nigga mix it in

I'm in the back where dark as hell
Shit you know me, VIP, nigga the L
And I come to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit
Shit all my niggas strapped 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 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 Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin'
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put glock up

This is for my on the West Coast bouncin'
rollin', three wheel motion
All my on the block just loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, playa put flag up

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

All my niggas vatos locos holmes
SA's with SK's a fuck if the come holmes
That's fuck coppers holmes
We bust holmes
We on the block sent choppers on

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

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

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

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

All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck
Say fuck PD's and duck jail
wife beaters with the plaided shirts
Only top button buttoned, ready to somethin'

You fuckin' wit a rookie, don't gangsta lookie
Shoot up your feet make you gangsta
Shoot up your if you gangsta look me
What you this sweet?
What you eat, nigga cookies?

state to the Staples Center
The four put staples in ya
zip up your stomach
Rip up younguns, make you pay to get 'em
That's how we play to get 'em, pay for pigeons

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make them bounce nigga
California put your hands up
over the moon
I wanna hear the start to twitchin', nigga

Don't play no fool
And on 'em, yeah and walk on 'em
Uh and make 'em walk, yeah, my nigga
Bouncin',