Luyện nghe bài hát Still The Same Nigga

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

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

Hey man, on the TV
Yeah nigga, roll up weed
Fool, you got papers?
Yeah, it's in the room on the

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

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

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

I ain't from but I'm a player
So pussy ass niggaz what the you gotta say a
Poppa gotta brand new bag I rock
'Cause niggaz on the corner sellin' out the ziplock

Uh, but me and my niggaz sit and relax
While I fuck it up bustin' on them ass tracks
Yeah, you niggaz know you can find me
I'm back in Compton with my niggaz behind me
the same nigga

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

I to be a magician, but a nigga gave up tricks
'Cause my assistance was fuckin' too many
So I my mission, leave my residence
Fuck it, nigga dead presidents

But niggaz be wantin' they hands in my say gimme
For a penny, all they is the jimmy
Like Rick James I'm out on the funk
Nothin' up my sleeve, the is in the trunk

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

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

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

Yeah, you win it, a nigga ain't a loser
a black nigga hittin' corners on a beach cruiser
Or you might catch a nigga in a
my motherfuckin' shit is so heavy

Rap skits kicked to the curb, gets no play
When I'm in the 4-54 in L.A.
the radio and they format
I got bitch nigga killa wrote on my doormat

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

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

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