Luyện nghe bài hát For My Niggas

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

This for my niggas on the East rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin'
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 wheel
All my dogs on the block just
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 niggas Belvedere, Cranberry mix it in

I'm in the back where dark as hell
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 or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get that
I'ma, hit them switches, lift spokes
I'ma, that chicken, get that coke

I'ma, rock them dickies, Air Ones
Til the, come 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 streets
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which you claim? Put your glock up

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

I'm on the til the pack get sold
pack just roll, hit L.A. like Shaq and Kob'
Nigga please, got Aculpulco gold
Got connects with the heat got the gats on

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

Twenty niggas wit khaki's creased
clap police, that sling crack on the back of streets
Or twenty niggas on the back of
That sling caps and rocks, who hesitate to clap the cops

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

This for my niggas on the East rollin'
up Suburban, in the streets swervin'
All my niggas in the street wit
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 rag up, playa put your flag up

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

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

Call to the Staples Center
The four quake'll put in ya
Nigga zip up stomach
Rip up younguns, make you pay to get 'em
That's how we 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 up bitches, hittin' switches
St. Ives and Ingbing, do my thing, yo

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 Put your glock up

This is for my niggas on the West Coast
Six-four rollin', three wheel
All my dogs on the just loc'n
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 in the street wit caine
which street you claim? Put your glock up

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

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

Make them switches bounce
California put your up nigga
Jump over the
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',