Luyện nghe bài hát For My Niggas

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

This for my niggas on the East rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets
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 motion
All my dogs on the just loc'n
Nigga put 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 niggas sippin' gin
East Coast niggas Belvedere, 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
Shit all my niggas what all the bouncers for

Whether deuce or Sig on Ave
I'ma, get them bitches, get cash
I'ma, hit switches, lift them spokes
I'ma, push chicken, get that 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 niggas on the Coast rollin'
up Suburban, in the streets swervin'
All my niggas in the wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you claim? Put glock 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

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

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

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

Whether I, push the to pick up clucks
To get feathers knocked off, then they get dropped off
From pickin' up bitches, switches
St. Ides to I'ma 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 claim? Put glock up

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

All my playas who rock tan trees and chuck
Say fuck they PD's and jail
Rock wife beaters with the shirts
Only top button buttoned, to buck 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 this sweet?
What you eat, nigga cookies?

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

Whether I, push the to pick up clucks
To get they feathers knocked off, then they get 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 streets
All my in the street wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you Put your glock up

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

This for my on the East Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the swervin'
All my niggas in the street wit
which street 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 just
Nigga, put your rag up, put your flag 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 hands up

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

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