Luyện nghe bài hát Peace To The Niggas

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

You can still to it so flock to it
Just open your mind, unwind, or pop and lock to it
Come and rock with us, all night like 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 and promoters are scared of rap
But we can all come together clever and say crap

Gotta get up, get up, gotta get
I gotta wake niggas up like I'm down Jehovah
on a few heads and beg for some common sense
As I commence to convince, yo, I'm kind of

'Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and
They're fronting hard but ain't go no
Steadily teaching my younger brothers to each other
I hate to have to break out my glock and teach

Young soul a bullet hole
For trying to play and sway me, acting like the videos

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

Are fronting, they saying nothing
So take your ass, somewhere
And Barney or something

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

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

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

Niggas get reprimanded, remanded and then
I delve myself to draw the strength to overstand it
So ill as I roll up on the theory yot [unverified]
Keeping it real with Show B-I, yeah, we a lot

Yo, your but, the B/QE gets strong on the low
Giving a pound to Long, hop in the ride 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 grands in no time Astoria expands
Russ, Jock, Tonto, but let me not forget Shamgod
My man since Holland Cove, moves like Rucker
Live one-oh-five, yo, it's Tiki motherfuckers

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

in the seven, pick up the celly now I'm dialling F in
Put the volume up on BringIt, Legion getting in a
From to a Brucie tape, I'm almost on the fifth
An Uzi for my birthday, you know I the gift

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

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

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

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

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

To my man DJ Stan,
And the Times family
Yo, Monty, Go-go, Big Sid Madrid
Big Tom, and Rico, Conji, who loves you,

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

The clan, my peeps on Prospect
And to my brother down South, nuff
Bendecion, mija,
My Big F, Pote, Michael and Jerome

To all my engineers, Native Tongue and Unit
Peace, man, one Love, Jennifer
3D Entertainment, Jan and
My fam
And my little Angela and Ray

Now all the people we
I your ass didn't get shot, peace