Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's for everybody
To get they muthafuckin' right
Cause it's to go down
Straight like


Kid
Ill na na
And the l-o-x
That's

(styles)

>from the top of new york, they be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
But niggas goin' 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 that 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 like orange juice is
My gun american, but my got foreign enemies
Six cars us, laced out
Half my from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is sheek lucion, he better ball a groupie on
My python, sex
In with connect the rooms
Fill letter walk on his ex
Jadakiss and walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring 'em champagne five matts on
>from most hated, to heavy rotated, it
Next stop is movies, y'all it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off dates
For money, power & respect, on out the gates
>from simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it
Big time, we probably shoot 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, these hoes see these doubles click

(styles)

>from the top of new york, they be poppin' they 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 who lost 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

[foxy
Uhh, uhh
Bet I all chicks that be gettin' them chips
it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that crist'
Specially to the one's, who be 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 ground for cats
And the crocodle prada, satsh the for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for these
our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
Seen the truth the lie, but the bullshit is fine
a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride
Guilty charges, copped out the 3-5
Now my crew, suffer and die
25, baby fuck if I fry
It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them
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 and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up
For the mother who lost the child and had to for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to

Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' gun
Till the death, you expect 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
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
the high, nigga is you willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't the pie
I leave a bloody mess, nigga then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, y'all is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the
Assassin, you think it's a joke, die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and beggin' me
Dog I'm a whole different
me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
While you in the scrimage
Meet you at the
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier a winow
Posion, full of rhyme
Bring boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, have a on the couch
I'm the govenor, bitch niggas is crowds
Take orders, we passports at the border
Transport the water, corner
Fell to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, lick drop
slinch 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 they be they corks
the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' 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 know how to
Guess you gotta the life that has fallen to fate