Luyện nghe bài hát My Niggas

It's for everybody
To get muthafuckin' minds right
Cause it's about to go
like that


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 goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up
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 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 that like orange is
My gun american, but my niggas got enemies
Six between us, laced out
Half my money from the route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum for the nose
Is sheek lucion, he better with a groupie on
My python, sex
In hotels connect the rooms
Fill letter through on his ex
Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a
Room service, 'em champagne with five matts 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 this joint up on tropics
When we eat fish whiteies
And have all nighties
dick, me I'm on some jail shit
Standing up, off, while these hoes see these doubles click

(styles)

>from the top of new york, where be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, they be poppin' 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 sent up
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 live the life that has fallen to fate

[foxy
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them
Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' crist'
Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that
And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and for these cats
Out of twon, on a hound for cats, ehh
got dick, let 'em ground for these cats
And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for 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
Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I
charges, straight copped 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 slingin' them
like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit, I to trick that 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' guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of
But niggas hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had 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

Fred one, for that be bustin' they gun
Till the death, what'd you for a couple of one's
Fred two, for that ain't ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and grab
Fred three, for niggas on without a key
That never comin' home, but you know how it be
to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die
If you bust up in the air, you 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, niggas is cock-suckers
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 down and beggin' me
Dog I'm a different pedigree
me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
While you in the scrimage
you at the final
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a
Posion, house full of
Bring boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, bitch niggas is crowds
orders, we need passports at the border
Transport the water, corner
Fell sick to be hit, but we the cure
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 this

(with ad-libs)

>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' corks
>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 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 know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life has fallen to fate