Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's for everybody
To get they minds right
Cause it's about to go
like that


Kid
Ill na na
And the l-o-x
right

(styles)

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

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

(styles)

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

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

(styles)

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

Fred one, for niggas that be they gun
Till the death, what'd you for a couple of one's
Fred two, for niggas ain't ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and shit
Fred three, for niggas on lock a key
That ain't never home, but you know how it be
Livin' to die, but niggas ain't to die
If you bust up in the air, you 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, nigga bigger then me, cut his
Lox brothers, y'all is cock-suckers
belly cowards, I want money and the power
Assassin, you think a joke, you'll die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start me
Dog I'm a whole pedigree
me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
While you playin' in the
Meet you at the
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier a winow
Posion, house full of
Bring boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, y'all bitch niggas is
orders, we need passports 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 slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he up
gets up

L-o-x
L-o-x, try shit

(with ad-libs)

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