Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's for everybody
To get they muthafuckin' right
Cause about to go down
like that


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

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they
>from the bottom of the slums, they be poppin' they guns
Niggas rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas hand and hand, are havin' 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

Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so y'all try to quaratine us
Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that orange juice is
My gun american, but my niggas got enemies
Six cars between us, out
Half my from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the
Is sheek lucion, he ball with a groupie on
My python, sex
In with connect the rooms
letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a
Room service, bring 'em champagne five matts on
most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, check it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release
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 like
And bitches have all
Suckin' dick, me I'm on some shit
Standing up, off, while these hoes see these doubles click

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' corks
>from the 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 life that has to fate

brown]
Uhh, uhh
Bet I all chicks that be gettin' 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', it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for cats
Out of twon, on a for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em for these cats
And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these
Me and my bitches got for these cats
our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
Seen the through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride
Guilty charges, straight out the 3-5
Now my crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, fuck if I fry
It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' thangs
Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is change
Shit, I used to trick from jewels and the rings, huh

(styles)

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

Fred one, for niggas that be they gun
Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of
Fred two, for niggas that ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and grab
Fred three, for niggas on without a key
That ain't comin' home, but you know how it be
to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die
If you bust up in the air, you killin' the sky
the high, nigga is you willin' 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, y'all niggas is
Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the
Assassin, you think it's a joke, die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a broke down and start beggin' me
Dog I'm a whole different
Take me to the limit, I'm in the cut
you playin' in the scrimage
Meet you at the
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a
Posion, house of rhyme
your boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, y'all bitch is crowds
Take orders, we passports at the border
Transport the water, sheerest
sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
Make your pop, probably lick drop
Eyes up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
Nobody up

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

(with ad-libs)

>from the top of new york, where be poppin' they corks
>from the of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
But niggas goin' and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up
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 life that has fallen to