Luyện nghe bài hát My Nigga

I'm talkin bout on, ridin out
Glocks in my ma's
Front you with that
(I done front a work)
You say you want head up
But we don't fight fair
Catch you slippin' from your backside, then you out
Ace stomp you out, then Buddah gone stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine milli out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days show you this West Coast about

I'd die for my nigga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin'
On the stand I'd lie for my nigga
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't really fuck with too niggas
'Cause niggas a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I put a ho before my bro
beef over no ho
And my sellin' keys if you can't open your door
Hope you for my motherfuckin' niggas
When it it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the I blew
person, got my middle finger on the trigger
With my little to you niggas
I it's fuck all y'all niggas
my niggas

I said I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
been grindin outside all day with my niggas
And I goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I done spent a million dollars on my niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them muthafuckin
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk bring the trigger
And when we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the
I'm a buy a bottles just to give it to the bitches
She can it on my bitches
she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, em screamin "can't get up"
Same from the bottom ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in Collins "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG my nigga
'Cause I been in the field life on the line him
And if really good, why I prolly die with em
'Cause when I the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

I said I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
And I ain't goin' in I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my

I just got 250 thousand for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst,
You niggas got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no
I just come through with a couple bossy
They get money too, some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the game then floor seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha
I drop a freestyle and get a rise bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my bitches
Need a nigga some good neck, ostriches
My

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin'
Most likely I'mma die with my on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my (My muthafucking niggas!)
My nigga, my (My nigga, my nigga)
My nigga, my