Luyện nghe bài hát On A Nigga

As a youngsta guns, ah, I specialize in
Me and my dawgs selling on a rising
Rising to we together in this hood life
Struggling together straight for the good life

Yo, life more to me then my own do
you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew
I do what I gotta do 'cause I'm yo right
You's a lot older then me I'm yo man

Mane time fly's now we old to
You done up flippin' pebbles to boulders
ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard
Me and you got caught with some in the same car

You were facing more then me if behind bars
I was seventeen and a half so I the charge
You got larger now you own a crack house
I did two years and they let a back out

Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck ya boy
Knowing and well, I grew up which ya boy
You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to
You gonna make a nigga me catch a charge

Since you's a on nigga on fuck which ya boy
Knowing and well, I grew up which ya boy
You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to
You make a nigga like me catch a charge

Back out on the town and you riding in the jag
Hit me with a pound bought me a Chevy thang
I could of in flew like the canary
You know I got heart and I know you very

Carrying a lot of weight put in work
Always was for ya dawg did plenty dirt
like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin
That ain't showing
I'm about to stick tone inside ya fucking face

Blow ya brains to the side
Thirty-eight dumb dumbs cut a butter knife
But inside the walls you be soaking up quick
that gurellia shit trick I done got slick

Remember ya kept ya backyard dawg house
there hold gun lap, North Memphis momma house
Looking for the that will come up from behind ya
Muthafuck the laws I'm taking what's mine, ah

Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck ya boy
good and well, I grew up which ya boy
You's a on nigga on don't try to flauge
You gonna make a like me catch a charge

Since a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy
Knowing good and well, I grew up ya boy
You's a on on nigga don't try to flauge
You make a nigga like me catch a charge

Mom's to church so I'm jumping over gate fast
You mane was outta town handling
Blew both rock out they misery
You got it fist in so they couldn't see

Yeah, it's kind of what I came for
Heroin and that white dust ain't no boy
A real robber robs a trick and say a word
Got 'em for a pound of heroin and eight birds

slurred 'cause a nigga blowing on some good shit
Celebrating 'cause a playa done a phat lick
Any trick do this to me points fly
Dead in the face between muthafuckas eye

I be's the nigga busting if we in a
I'm my back up so who we call
Me fool 'cause he knowing that I buck 'em
I can play it off but mane fuck 'em

Since you's a on nigga on nigga which ya boy
Knowing and well, I grew up which ya boy
You's a on nigga on nigga try to flauge
You gonna make a nigga me catch a charge

Since you's a on nigga on fuck which ya boy
Knowing good and well, I up which ya boy
You's a on on nigga don't try to flauge
You gonna make a like me catch a charge