Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

Ya don't stop to my people in the
Ya don't stop to my people in the
Say what, throw hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the

Ya don't stop to my on the right
Ya don't stop to my people
Say what, throw your in the air
Ya don't stop to my people in New

Ya stop to my people down south
Ya don't to my people out west
Say what, throw hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't

To my niggas in the street, ya don't
To my niggas money, say what
Throw your in the air
Ya stop

Uh, off the bat
My is known across the map
When niggas show love
we show you love back

Y'all niggas want
Fuck it it to the streets
Y'all niggas gon'
Then we sit and we build

My squad here
Unit of the
We up shop
And we ain't going

We it all
if we gotta brawl for it
We it all
if you gotta fall for it

We stage wreckers, two car deckers
Reppin' to the world the law come and get us
You fellas
I'm holes in vendettas

Twist body
With two shells from a pow
wanna get me touched
(Naw, they cant you)
and flossin' too much
(Naw, they can't you)

on my toes
Left him ten
from his heat
Play it

The truth speaks through this
For me to shot
Cock my life
Add a little

eyes snake rise on dice
Have your fam Christ
Flipmode battle for
All my shit be priced

I'm dikes, feel me
Liftin' thugs out they crease it's
Shift two keys in two
And gross g's

Report me and live
Slouch cat livin' off breeze
You get involved
Better on tight, take the next flight
We got it locked on the next

it out
I got the eye of a
plan to go higher
My is on fire

And till do us
If the wanna sue us
Yo I'm the reels
I'm the man with the gat that be to peel

I'm the one next to Spliff it's time to ill
I'm a show by astro red and blue shields
Watch us make a
Catch us on smokin'

Rules house of blues, MTV
On the bus my Flipmode loco
(Loco)
Takin' flicks, hittin' chicks by the
(Dozen)

a shot runnin'
Now I'm on a
It take you twenty light years to me
(Burn me)
If you beef call my attorney
All that other wack shit concern me

I'm being
I got a title under my
I'm out to get the
I'm my squad and myself

Ya don't stop to my people in the
Ya don't to my people in the rear
Say what, throw hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my people on the

Ya stop to my people on the right
Ya stop to my people everywhere
Say what, your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down
Ya don't to my people out west
Say what, throw hands in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya don't

To my niggas in the street, ya don't
To my gettin' money, say what
your hands in the air
Ya stop

Uhh, comin' correct for all my brothers
ratin' higher then that of single mothers
Peace to my clique
Bitches that I bounce

Everybody else get the gas Auschwitz
Like, flows for real a rap bitch should
Type niggas out like they packaged goods
wanna contest

They buggin', straight up and
We run the underground like H.
What, I'm the bomb
Rah, D I G got Rah

God be my
Long as I this globe
I be spittin' verses
Than the 'Book of

Why are you us
Running into and avoiding us?
on the low be recording us
My flow remain poisonous

Yo your shit sound wack annoying us
We alive nigga ain't no us
You better off if you come with us

Or analyzing my molecular
In
Roll my squad or go singular

I ain't into who fuck animals like caligula
More hot so get your water sprinkler
extinguisher, rhyme, prime minister

Never mistake me for nobody
Another make you shit on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I master the art
Rip you

Put your on my heart
Flipmode one on the charts
or collective
My the objective
Is to win

All due to my squad one in the same
Cherish blessing
I have to make witness my name
Burn another

Come my galaxy
Put your money where mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you know we stay rude on a aquelude
Bust your shit bouncin' in a Prelude

G off
Nigga off
I you breeze off
Brickfull make you rip jeans off

Ya stop to my people in the front
Ya stop to my people in the rear
Say what, your hands in the air
Ya don't stop to my on the left

Ya stop to my people on the right
Ya don't to my people everywhere
Say what, your hands in the air
Ya don't to my people in New York

Ya don't stop to my people down
Ya stop to my people out west
Say what, throw your in the air
To my hip hop niggas, ya stop

To my niggas in the street, ya don't
To my gettin' money, say what
Throw hands in the air
Ya stop