Luyện nghe bài hát My Nigga

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

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

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

I spent a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago with them hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will the trigger
And we on that lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred just to give it to the bitches
She can like it on my
'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have em "can't get up"
Same nigga from the ain't a damn thing change
Catch me out in screamin "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
out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my nigga
'Cause I been in the field on the line with him
And if really good, why I prolly die with em
'Cause when I need the choppers, I tell Tock hit em

I said that ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day 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 got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or your thirst, nigga?
You ain't got no joints
Like a Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bitches
They get money too, some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then it's seat, bitches!
I ride for my
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop rides for my
Dollar menu fries apple pies otha
I a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga some different 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 for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been outside all day with my niggas
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