Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's time for
To get they minds right
Cause it's to go down
Straight that


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

(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 rock whips and get plenty of
But niggas hand 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 life that has to fate

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

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas had cake 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 know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has to fate

[foxy
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks be gettin' them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, be poppin' that crist'
Specially to the one's, who be ridin' dick
And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a
And all my chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
Out of twon, on a for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em for these cats
And the prada, satsh the pund for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for these
our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
Seen the through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
Like a trooper, I put that one the that I ride
charges, straight copped out the 3-5
Now fucking my crew, and die
25, baby fuck if I fry
It's a ditry game, when it come to them thangs
like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit, I to trick that 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 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 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, what'd you expect for a couple of
two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and grab
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 bust up in the air, you ain't the sky
Feelin' the high, is you willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you stealin' the pie
I leave a mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, niggas is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the
Assassin, you think it's a joke, die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the
of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me
Dog I'm a different pedigree
me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
While you in the scrimage
you at the final
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a
Posion, full of rhyme
Bring your in
Tell 'em it easy, have a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, y'all bitch is crowds
Take orders, we need passports at the
Transport the water, sheerest
Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the
Make ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he up
Nobody up

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

(with ad-libs)

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