Luyện nghe bài hát Peace To The Niggas

Now, if you got it going on some noise
Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and
In my neighborhood , whether black or
Yo, this is positive shit but please don't panic

You can still rock to it so to it
Just your mind, unwind, recline or pop and lock to it
Come and rock with us, all like Michael Jackson
Leave your guns and knives at home, black, that's all I'm

I'd like to go to jams and not see bullet
So we can do some hip hop in public parks
A lot of the voters and promoters are of rap
But we can all come clever and say bull crap

Gotta get up, get up, get over
I gotta niggas up like I'm down with Jehovah
Knock on a few heads and beg for some sense
As I to convince, yo, I'm kind of tense

niggas still wanna buck wild and profile
They're hard but ain't go no style
teaching my younger brothers to kill each other
I to have to break out my glock and teach another

Young soul about a bullet
For trying to play and sway me, hard like the videos

Now, to all the shorties in the
up, that shit is just TV
Far reality
And half the you see on TV

Are fronting, ain't saying nothing
So your little ass, somewhere
And watch or something

Peace to the niggas in my
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In my
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In my
to the niggas in my neighborhood
You're not dead so that means you're good

Yo, one time ripping it quick it's the brown boy
Joy to the world, girls and boys, there a choice
To bad ass, bet I did it before
My POs is Jord, he let me go on tour

Where I'm from, yo, you might see a finger in the
In the ghetto toast, best believe my shit is butter
Got to have it long before rap shit, get back, bitch
If I'm stuck up much like a bandit I shit

Niggas get reprimanded, and then branded
I delve into myself to draw the strength to it
So ill as I roll up on the block theory yot
Keeping it real Show B-I, yeah, we build a lot

Yo, move but, the B/QE gets strong on the low
Giving a pound to Shorty Long, hop in the I gotta go
Gotta hit Queens, flying American, yo, Sammy, Troy?
Cleaning up on the streets, I goes there my motherfucking boys

Shit's wrecked like grands in no Astoria expands
Peace Russ, Jock, Tonto, but let me not forget
My man Holland Cove, making moves like Rucker
Live since one-oh-five, yo, it's Tiki

Jets to 'jects, I flex cheques, my fam in the plan
And kick it to my with some weed in my hand
Original bumrush was getting on the hush, B
Keeping it real forever my peoples working OT

Back in the seven, pick up the celly now I'm F in
Put the volume up on BringIt, getting in a session
From there to a Brucie tape, I'm almost on the
An Uzi for my birthday, you I shoot the gift

To a chickadee talking about she's to get with me
Hey, I look up the block and see kicking it with E
like I want you, better believe me, baby's gonna got checked
I said My memory's bad, honey, I fucking forget

I've found my one love now, hon, I'm going to jet
And if we playing Shaka we're catching power wrecks
it up in the BX, I see Chi flexing his dome
Good vibrations, the nation as I represent my home

Peace to the in my neighborhood
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In my
(Where?)

In my
Peace to the in my neighborhood
You're not dead so means you're doing good

Peace to the in my neighborhood
(Where?)
In my
(Where?)

In my
Peace to the in my neighborhood
You're not dead so means you're doing good

To my man DJ Stan,
And the whole family
Yo, Monty, Go-go, Big Sid from
Big Tom, and Rico, Conji, who you, baby

DJ Craze, IBP
And the whole Zone family
Astoria projects, the
The and Queens, NFL
and Laurelton, man

The Doughty clan, my on Prospect
And to my down South, nuff respect
Bendecion, mija,
My cousins Big F, Pote, and Jerome

To all my engineers, Native Tongue and Flavor
Peace, man, one Love, Perry
3D Entertainment, Jan and
My fam
And my little cousins and Ray

Now all the we forgot
I hope your ass didn't get shot,