Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's time for
To get they muthafuckin' minds
it's about to go down
Straight that


Kid
Ill na na
And the muthafuckin'
right

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they
>from the of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get of one's
But niggas goin' and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had and got sent up state
For the mother who the child and had to settle for weight
For who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta the life that has fallen to fate

Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so y'all try to quaratine us
Ya'll shook up, and all that like orange juice is
My gun american, but my niggas got enemies
Six between us, laced out
Half my money the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and shit for the nose
Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a on
My python, sex
In hotels with connect the
letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring 'em with five matts on
>from most hated, to rotated, forget it
Next is movies, y'all check it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, off pre-release dates
For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the
>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx it
Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on
When we eat fish whiteies
And bitches have all
Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail
up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' guns
Niggas that rock whips and get of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to
you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[foxy
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, be poppin' that crist'
Specially to the one's, who be that dick
And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and for these cats
Out of twon, on a for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these
And the crocodle prada, satsh the for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for cats
our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
Seen the through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
Like a trooper, I put one the life that I ride
charges, straight copped out the 3-5
Now my crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, baby if I fry
It's a game, when it come to slingin' them thangs
Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more
Shit, I used to trick from jewels and the rings, huh

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' corks
>from the bottom of the slums, they be poppin' they guns
Niggas rock whips and get plenty of one's
But goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for
For those who up out the ghetto, but know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life has fallen to fate

Fred one, for niggas be bustin' they gun
Till the death, you expect for a couple of one's
Fred two, for niggas ain't ever had shit
up, locked down, go on and grab shit
Fred three, for niggas on lock a key
ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be
Livin' to die, but niggas willin' to die
If you up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
Feelin' the high, nigga is you to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't the pie
I leave a bloody mess, bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, niggas is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, I money and the power
Assassin, you it's a joke, you'll die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start me
Dog I'm a whole pedigree
Take me to the limit, I'm in the cut
you playin' in the scrimage
Meet you at the
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier a winow
Posion, full of rhyme
Bring boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, y'all bitch is crowds
Take orders, we need at the border
Transport the water, corner
Fell to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
Eyes up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
gets up

L-o-x
L-o-x, try this

(with ad-libs)

>from the top of new york, where they be they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where be poppin' they guns
Niggas rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are to run
The that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to for weight
For who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate