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 shit but please don't panic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to the niggas 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 quick it's the clever boy
Joy to the world, girls and boys, there a choice
To bad ass, bet I did it before
My POs name is Jord, he let me go on

I'm from, yo, you might see a finger in the gutter
In the with 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 crank

Niggas get reprimanded, remanded and then
I delve into to draw the strength to overstand it
So ill as I roll up on the theory yot [unverified]
Keeping it with 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 ride I go
hit Queens, flying American, yo, Sammy, where's Troy?
Cleaning up on the streets, I goes there my motherfucking boys

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

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

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

Plus I've my one love now, hon, I'm going to jet
And if we ain't playing Shaka we're 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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In my
to the niggas in my neighborhood
You're not dead so that means you're doing

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 means you're doing good

To my man DJ Stan,
And the whole Times
Yo, Monty, Go-go, Big Sid from
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 cousins Big F, Pote, and Jerome

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

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