Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's time for
To get they muthafuckin' 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 they be they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, they be poppin' they 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 know how to skate
you gotta live the life 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 that orange juice is
My gun american, but my got foreign enemies
Six between us, laced 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 hotels with the rooms
letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a
Room service, bring 'em champagne with matts on
>from hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, check it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off dates
For money, power & respect, on out the gates
>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx it
Big time, we shoot this joint up on tropics
When we eat fish like
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 they be poppin' they
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be they guns
Niggas rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas 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 for weight
For who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life has fallen to fate

brown]
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' 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 hound for cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these
And the prada, satsh the pund for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for cats
Paid our dues, for 62's, to the top
Seen the truth through the lie, but the is fine
Like a trooper, I put 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 come to them thangs
Bail a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit, I used to trick that from and the rings, huh

(styles)

>from the top of new york, they 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 goin' and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't how to skate
Guess you live the life that has fallen to fate

Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' gun
Till the death, what'd you for a couple of one's
Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had
Messed up, 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 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 leave a bloody mess, bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, y'all niggas is
Yellow belly cowards, I want and the power
Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die
Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and beggin' me
Dog I'm a whole 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
Bring your 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, sheerest
Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the
Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick
Eyes slinch up, hit the foor by the time he spits 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 of the slums, where they 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 those who up out the ghetto, but don't how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life has fallen to fate