Luyện nghe bài hát For My Niggas

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

This for my on the East Coast rollin'
up Suburban, in the streets swervin'
All my niggas in the street wit
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 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 club with the fifth
West Coast niggas gin
East Coast niggas Belvedere, Cranberry mix it in

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

Whether or Sig on Crenshaw Ave
I'ma, get bitches, get that cash
I'ma, hit them switches, lift spokes
I'ma, push that chicken, get 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 East Coast
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 niggas on the Coast bouncin'
Six-four rollin', wheel motion
All my on the block just loc'n
Nigga put your rag up, 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 Aculpulco
Got connects with the got the gats on hold

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

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

Whether I, the truck 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 Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets
All my niggas in the street wit
Muh'fucka which street you Put your glock up

is for my niggas 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 your up

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

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

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

Whether I, push the truck to up clucks
To get they feathers off, then they get dropped off
From up bitches, hittin' switches
St. and Ingbing, I'ma 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 niggas on the Coast bouncin'
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 on the East Coast rollin'
Tinted up Suburban, in the streets
All my niggas in the wit caine
Muh'fucka which street you 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 your up

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

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

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