Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

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


Kid
Ill na na
And the muthafuckin'
right

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
But goin' 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 settle for
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to
Guess you gotta the life that has fallen to fate

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

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are 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
you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

[foxy
Uhh, uhh
Bet I all chicks that be gettin' them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, that be that crist'
to the one's, who be ridin' that dick
And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a
And all my thorough chicks, who and lied for these cats
Out of twon, on a for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these
And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for cats
Me and my got down 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 that I ride
Guilty charges, copped out the 3-5
Now my crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, fuck if I fry
It's a ditry game, it come to slingin' them thangs
Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is change
Shit, I used to trick that jewels and the rings, huh

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' corks
>from the bottom of the slums, 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 that had cake and got up state
For the mother who the child and had to settle for weight
For who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

Fred one, for that 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
That ain't never comin' home, but you how it be
Livin' to die, but niggas ain't to die
If you up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
Feelin' the high, is you willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't the pie
I leave a mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, y'all niggas is
belly cowards, I want money and the power
Assassin, you think a joke, you'll die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the
Start of a legacy, a hard broke 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 a winow
Posion, house of rhyme
Bring your in
Tell 'em take it easy, have a on the couch
I'm the govenor, y'all niggas is crowds
Take orders, we need at the border
Transport the water, corner
Fell sick to be hit, but we the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, lick drop
Eyes up, leaves 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 bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' guns
Niggas that rock 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 live the life that has fallen to fate