Luyện nghe bài hát Peace To The Niggas

Now, if you got it going on some noise
Peace to all the real ghetto girls and boys
In my neighborhood , black or hispanic
Yo, this is some positive shit but please panic

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

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

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

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

Young about a bullet hole
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 from
And half the you see on TV

Are fronting, they saying nothing
So take little ass, somewhere
And watch or something

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

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

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

Where I'm from, yo, you 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 like a bandit I shit

Niggas get reprimanded, and then branded
I into 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, move your but, the B/QE gets on the low
a pound to Shorty Long, hop in the ride I gotta go
Gotta hit Queens, American, yo, Sammy, where's Troy?
up on the streets, I goes there with my motherfucking boys

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

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

in the seven, pick up the celly now I'm dialling F in
Put the up on BringIt, Legion getting in a session
From there to a Brucie tape, I'm on the fifth
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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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