Luyện nghe bài hát For My Niggas

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

This for my niggas on the Coast 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 on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three wheel
All my on the block just 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 with the fifth again
West niggas sippin' gin
Coast niggas Belvedere, Cranberry nigga mix it in

I'm in the back where it's as hell
Shit you know me, VIP, spark the L
And I to roll a ounce or more, bounce wit whores
all my niggas strapped what all the bouncers for

Whether or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get cash
I'ma, hit them switches, them spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get that

I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Ones
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 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 on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', three wheel
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 just roll, hit L.A. like and Kob'
please, got trees Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the heat got the gats on

All my vatos locos holmes ese's
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

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

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

This for my niggas on the Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets
All my niggas in the street wit
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, playa put flag up

All my playas who rock tan trees and tails
Say fuck they and duck jail
Rock wife beaters the plaided shirts
Only top button buttoned, ready to buck

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

Call state to the Center
The four put staples in ya
Nigga zip up stomach
Rip up your younguns, you pay to get 'em
how we play to get 'em, never pay for pigeons

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, Sigel 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

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

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