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',

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 your up

is for my niggas on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', wheel 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 sippin' gin
East niggas Belvedere, Cranberry nigga mix it in

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

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

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

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

is for my niggas on the West Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', wheel motion
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
pack just roll, hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob'
Nigga please, got trees Aculpulco
Got connects with the heat got the gats on

All my niggas vatos holmes ese's
SA's with SK's a fuck if the come holmes
That's right fuck holmes
We bust holmes
We on the block sent them on

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

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

This for my niggas on the East Coast
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 motion
All my dogs on the block loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, put your flag up

All my who rock tan trees and chuck tails
Say fuck they PD's and duck
Rock wife with the plaided shirts
Only top buttoned, ready to buck somethin'

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

state to the Staples Center
The four quake'll put in ya
zip up your stomach
Rip up your younguns, 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 feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
From 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 swervin'
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'
rollin', three wheel motion
All my dogs on the block just
Nigga, put your rag up, put your flag up

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

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

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

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

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