Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's for everybody
To get they muthafuckin' right
it's about to go down
Straight that


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

(styles)

>from the top of new york, they be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be 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 don't know how to
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to

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

(styles)

>from the top of new york, they be poppin' they corks
the bottom of the slums, where they 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 cake and got 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 that has fallen to fate

[foxy
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them
Throw it up, for my bitches, be poppin' that crist'
to the one's, who be ridin' that dick
And if the pussy bangin', it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and for these cats
Out of twon, on a for these cats, ehh
got dick, let 'em ground for these cats
And the crocodle prada, the pund for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for cats
Paid our dues, for 62's, 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 fucking my crew, and die
Maximum 25, fuck if I fry
It's a ditry game, when it to slingin' them thangs
Bail 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 poppin' they
Niggas that rock whips and get of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are to run
The niggas that had and got sent up state
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
you gotta live the life that 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
Messed up, locked down, go on and shit
Fred three, for on lock 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 up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
Feelin' the high, is you willin' to lie
You a and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
I a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, y'all is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, I want and the power
Assassin, you think a joke, you'll 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 different pedigree
me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
While you playin' in the
you at the final
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, then a winow
Posion, house full of
your boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the
I'm the govenor, bitch niggas is crowds
Take orders, we need at the border
Transport the water, corner
sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick
Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the 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
the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock and get plenty 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 how to skate
Guess you live the life that has fallen to fate