Luyện nghe bài hát My Nigga

I'm bout puttin on, ridin out
Glocks in my ma's
Front you that work
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you want that up
But we don't fight 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 with a busted eye and mouth)
Nine milli 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 stand I'd lie for my nigga
Rob a bank, I'd for my motherfuckin' nigga
Real talk, I really fuck with too many niggas
'Cause niggas drop a dime on you a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the like the fuckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' you ain't, top off, suck a nipple
And I never put a ho my bro
Don't beef no ho
And my niggas sellin' keys if you can't your door
Hope you for my motherfuckin' niggas
it rains it pours, it's dry for my motherfuckin' niggas
I kill for my niggas
versa, eyes red from the kush I blew
White person, got my middle finger on the
my little finger to you niggas
I swear it's fuck all niggas
my niggas

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

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

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 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 your thirst, nigga?
You ain't got no joints
a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get too, they some "don't cross me" bitches
bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches
And if we at the game then floor seat, bitches!
I for my bitches
I'm so rich I cop rides for my bitches
Dollar menu apple pies otha bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with some different strokes, Bridges
Shout out to my bitches, and my side bitches
Need a nigga some good neck, ostriches
My

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
Most likely I'mma die my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my
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