Luyện nghe bài hát Still The Same Nigga

Hey, pull over there dawg them my niggaz there
Aight, what up, niggaz? Y'all seen that punk ass Ren?
Yeah, that nigga came through
Y'all seen nigga video? Na, I ain't seen that nigga's shit yet, man
Man, that nigga's shit whack anyway, aight dawg, aight

Hey nigga put this in you didn't like that nigga
Man, why you always listenin' to his
'Cause nigga, I'm on his nuts fool, just turn that up
Man, me the phone, yeah, man, what's happenin'?
Yeah, so we be there in a

Hey man, on the TV
Yeah nigga, roll up weed
Fool, you got some
Yeah, in the room on the dresser

Hey man, I see 'em
Hey man in the closet
Oh, damn nigga, what the fuck you doin' in the closet,
Scared the outta me, whassup?

And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)
And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)

This be creepin' on fools all day and night
I got determined millimeters nigga, fuck a
'Cause don't scrap no mo', that's a no, no
Fools get hot, they yo' ass on the spot

'Cause made niggaz get fucked like a ho
But be outta work like nigga Arsenio
'Cause niggaz be talkin' shit my back
Wishin' they could get they hands on my nut sack

I from Ohio but I'm a player
So pussy ass niggaz the fuck you gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag when I
'Cause on the corner sellin' shit out the ziplock

Uh, but me and my niggaz sit and relax
While I fuck it up bustin' on tight ass tracks
Yeah, you niggaz where you can find me
I'm kickin' back in with my niggaz behind me
Still the nigga

And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)
And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm the same nigga)

I used to be a magician, but a gave up tricks
'Cause my was fuckin' too many dicks
So I start my mission, leave my
Fuck it, makin' dead presidents

But niggaz be they hands in my pocket say gimme
For a penny, all they feelin' is the
Like James I'm bustin' out on the funk
up my sleeve, the shit is in the trunk

But don't make me bop shit, and it's on
'Cause I can get rocky Sylvester Stallone
Niggaz stones, motherfuck a sly
If I to I could hit you with my third eye

Then you'll be in a sleep
So bring the band by, 'cause chokin' like I mad fly
I'm still takin' niggaz out the shit
That's droppin' out my mouth 'cause I'm the same nigga

And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)
And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)

Yeah, minute you win it, a ain't a loser
It's a black nigga hittin' on a beach cruiser
Or you catch a nigga in a Chevy
'Cause my motherfuckin' is so heavy

Rap skits kicked to the curb, gets no play
When I'm rollin' in the in L.A.
Fuck the radio and format
I got bitch made killa wrote on my doormat

So niggaz ring my bell
I gotta bad attitude and I'm mad as
'Cause I break goddamn necks with my
Niggaz in the street don't fuck with mine

Devil's be askin' I did
Tell 'em I make funky ass records, plus I pyramids
But niggaz in the streets I'm a good
In the like Gotti and the umbrella, still the same nigga

And check it out
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)
And it out y'all
(Yo, I'm still the nigga)