Luyện nghe bài hát To All My Ni**as

f/ B.I.G.

[P.Diddy]

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

[Intro] 50 (chris rock)
(I niggas! I love niggas!
Cause are me!)
And I should love that 'presents me
I to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through (Did it again)
And to all niggas do it I love

[B.I.G.] (chris rock)
To all my (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown niggas understand?!]
To all my [It's war nigga]
To all my Queensbridge [I'll blow you

B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls it quick
And it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm you
Pimpin hoes drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded
in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and they motherfuckin back out
That's a nigga for ya

50 Cent] (2x)
We the nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my
Don't try to act you don't feel a nigga
yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' a nigga fa' sho!

B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack
Just in dread wanna riff
He get a lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your
Spit at the D.A. fuck what she say
She don't give a about your ass anyway
Up found first stop for the town
of fist-skill, the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the

[Verse: 50
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the
And even my P.O. she called me the Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel awkward
I I'm not lame
Get up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll yo punk ass off propa'
new place like home, New York - New York
I run city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Vanilly
Even the hood feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my
bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!