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
that rock whips and get plenty of one's
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 who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the that has fallen to fate

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

(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 goin' and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas had cake and got sent 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
Guess you gotta the life that has fallen to fate

brown]
Uhh, uhh
Bet I all chicks that be gettin' them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' crist'
to the one's, who be ridin' that dick
And if the bangin', hope it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who and lied for these cats
Out of twon, on a hound for 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 truth through the lie, but the is fine
Like a trooper, I put that one the that I ride
Guilty charges, copped out the 3-5
Now fucking my crew, and die
Maximum 25, baby if I fry
It's a ditry game, when it 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, they be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, they be poppin' they guns
that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' 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 don't how to skate
you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate

Fred one, for niggas that be they gun
Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of
Fred two, for that ain't ever had shit
up, locked down, go on and grab shit
Fred three, for on lock without a key
That ain't 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
the high, nigga is you willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you stealin' the pie
I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, niggas is cock-suckers
belly cowards, I want money and the power
Assassin, you it's a joke, you'll die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard broke and start beggin' me
Dog I'm a whole pedigree
Take me to the limit, I'm in the cut
While you playin' in the
Meet you at the
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, then a winow
Posion, full of rhyme
Bring your in
Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the
I'm the govenor, y'all bitch is crowds
Take orders, we need passports at the
Transport the water, corner
sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, probably drop
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' corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they
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 lost the child and had to 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