Luyện nghe bài hát My Nigga

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

I'd die for my motherfuckin'
Jump in front a bullet for my nigga
On the stand I'd lie for my nigga
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I don't really with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't over no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't open door
Hope you ride for my motherfuckin'
it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my motherfuckin'
versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the
my little finger to you niggas
I swear fuck all y'all niggas
Except my

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

I done a million dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out with them muthafuckin hittas
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the
And when we on lean, we ain't fuckin with the liquor
I'm a buy a hundred bottles to give it to the bitches
She can it on my bitches
'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 bottom ain't a damn thing
Catch me out in screamin "money ain't a thang"
And them red Mulsanne, lookin like I blood
And if homie my homie than I know it ain't love
out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my nigga
'Cause I been in the field life on the line him
And if it's really good, why I die with em
'Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell hit em

I said that I'mma for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the
I've been grindin outside all day my niggas
And I goin' in unless I'm with my niggas
My nigga, my
My nigga, my nigga (My 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 thirst, nigga?
You niggas ain't got no
Like a injured Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bitches
They get too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi,
And if we at the game then floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so fuckin' rich I cop for my bitches
Dollar menu fries apple pies bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Todd
out to my main bitches, and my side 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 finger on the
I've been grindin outside all day 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