Luyện nghe bài hát To All My Ni**as

f/ B.I.G.

[P.Diddy]

Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy

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

[B.I.G.] (chris rock)
To all my (Niggas!)
To all my [You niggas understand?!]
To all my Bronx war nigga]
To all my Queensbridge blow you away]

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

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

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

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