Luyện nghe bài hát My Nigga

I'm talkin puttin on, ridin out
in my ma's house
Front you that work
(I front a nigga's work)
You say you want head 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 ever see you with a busted eye and busted mouth)
Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy out
Death Row days show you what this West about

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

I said that I'mma ride for my niggas
Most I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin all day with my niggas
And I ain't 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 done spent a dollars on my muthafuckin niggas
You can catch me out Chicago 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 Collins "money ain't a thang"
And red Mulsanne, lookin like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie than I know it love
Screamin out "4 Hunnid," YG that's my
'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 just Tock hit em

I that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas
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

I just got 250 thousand for a verse, nigga
I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst,
You ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no
I come through with a couple bossy bitches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me"
Flossy bitches, Rossi, bitches
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 bitches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise bitches
Bitches, my
I need a nigga with different strokes, Todd Bridges
Shout out to my main bitches, and my side
Need a nigga with some neck, ostriches
My

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