Luyện nghe bài hát My Man

[Intro: Rick
Creepin through the block, Im for my man
Niggas wanna do me, heard Im the man
Niggas selling work, thats for them
Early worm, Im shrimp and grits

[Verse 1: Rick
On the corner, drinking out a jug of
Im not a rapper nigga, Is a renegade
I put the slider in the backseat of rental plates
We throwin in the club like we the NBA
I got hos and them bitches down to shoot a fade
I got some Zos and niggas movin two-a-day

Creepin through the block, Im for my man
wanna do me, they heard Im the man
Niggas selling work, for them benefits
Early worm, Im talking and grits
through the block, Im looking for my man
Niggas wanna do me, heard Im the man
Niggas selling work, for them benefits
worm, Im talking shrimp and grits

[Verse 2: Ross]
Im switchin cars with my nigga, do that a day
We livin large, one day we may ride away
My nigga started seizures when he caught his case
Then he caught his bitch cheatin, on fathers day
Its a dirty and sometimes nigga wash your face
Haters eatin all got to see
Bang Bang, he lay at bitches, where he stay
It make no difference if you call them right away
Creepin the block, Im looking for my man
to show you how they do your head for twenty grand
Youre signs that where Im from that shits irrelevant
For them presidents a bitch get

[Verse 3: Meek
I say through the block Im looking for my man
He just came home, he did a dime, and he didnt the stand
on my nigga, give him fifty
Fresh off the jet, to my hood, and put it in his hand, word up
These niggas bout that life
stones when I rock ice
Baking soda when I rock white
Im counting racks that pie hit ice
Got the low, I cant top that
But I bet they tell you that hit right
No rap or hip hop tonight, just white boy and her tonight
Rollie all my niggas
If I him telling, when I see him I expose him
nigga round here
When they speak say Im chosen
Mac-11, fully loaded, a nigga out whoa!

[Verse 4: Rockie
Rockie in this bitch, thats great news
I made you a lot but I dont rock truce
I give a bitch dope dick and dope shoes
She if she fuckin with the team, then she cant lose
MG do it for the family
Drivin through the Chi, top back like its
I need a dollars and about 9 Grammys
And my heating up, I make these bitches think they tanin
Yeah I know the hustle, so, who you think you
And if a nigga would, my team going campin
Yeah we em up, then we burn aloud
Got these niggas hatin, but I bet my proud
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