Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga 4 Life

[bad
We confined to these wordly ways, it's
The money makes, the kids, and gangbangin
The market crashed, they watchin my black ass
You pop em for cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we know the choices
The key to the future, the devil he shoot ya
Fuck em they call us niggs I'm tryin to make a
Do some touchin, you I'm pretty good with the bustin
Trustin nothin you can buy if your in discretion
beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion
We the gang, we and blast and maintain
Still the same, fuckin wit a brand new thang
Bang, bang, that, nigga 'fore we skirt out
Aint gotta say already put the word out
Ya heard how the thang goes around us
We playas, so haters clown around us
On point, big fat blunts and
And get drunk, this cold world, they ain't a fuck
About you livin let you livin it up
Niggas is stuck, I'm tryin to keep my head water
Not stressed about dyin for a in a shorter
My time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get with time
And wonderin how I'm by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, all good

Chorus: snoop
You's a nigga you born, a nigga when you dyin
Nigga quit lyin you's a nigga for
a nigga when you ridin, a nigga when you sidin
Nigga quit tryin you's a nigga for
You can paint your face and your nose and buy new clothes
But you what...
You change who the fuck you are
You's a motherfucking for life

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It's all up, in the lbc
Bitches breakin bread they see the lil ass gee
I keeps my finga on the trigga I'm down for this bangin shit
Quick to do it for the cause I smash for my dogs
So get close to my nine
'cause if you do you in to see your nigga do the crime
Sirens off, niggas bowin down
Now you about to rip gut fools ready to clown
fuck you bitches, and you hoes and you sluts
You tricks don't know what the up
On the eastside we ride, 24 / 9
Tryin to keep my on somethin nigga at all times
for war now that my pockets got bigger
You other fools die when I ride for my
Cuss, bust, and and kick up dust
What you laughin at nigga don't get your bitch ass

[tray
As a child I was wild as fuck, and down to
And kept a sawed off brown to
And my reputation takin time to thank
Role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and
Livin right and how to come up off the bottom
Black stockings in our pockets and I pocket
a school, I tuck a tool and start steppin
First lesson, ain't no question, you gotta have
Sheets on the streets showin defeats
And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga
Livin hard, scars, gettin noise from hustlin
Slangin gangbangin run a game in
Trustin nothin, sayin fuck it is the
we go we off the chronic and the potion
>from the ocean to the city to the to the bay
Niggas on the for the cabbage every day
Cutthroats, gunsmoke, and hoes
What niggas souls on the streets I roll
letters think the gangs where I bang is at
Saints, cowboys, steelers and raider
I know we all the same no matter what we claim
If you a nigga you a nigga and that gon change
We martin luther king but respected malcolm
'cause he give a fuck about the outcome

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