Luyện nghe bài hát Peace To The Niggas

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

You can rock to it so flock to it
Just your mind, unwind, recline 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 sparks
So we can do some hip hop shows in public
A lot of the and promoters are scared of rap
But we can all together clever and say bull crap

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

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

Young about a bullet hole
For to play and sway me, acting hard like the videos

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

Are fronting, they ain't nothing
So take little ass, somewhere
And Barney or something

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

Yo, one time ripping it quick it's the clever boy
Joy to the world, and boys, there comes 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 see a finger in the gutter
In the ghetto with toast, 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 crank

Niggas get reprimanded, remanded and then
I delve into myself to draw the 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, move 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 with my motherfucking boys

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

Jets to 'jects, I flex 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 working OT

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

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

Plus I've found my one now, hon, I'm going to jet
And if we ain't playing we're catching power wrecks
Fucking it up in the BX, I see Chi his dome
vibrations, rocking the nation as I represent my home

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

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

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

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

The Doughty clan, my on Prospect
And to my brother down South, respect
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 cousins Angela and Ray

Now all the we forgot
I hope your ass get shot, peace