Luyện nghe bài hát To My People

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 people on the

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

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

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

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

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

My finally here
Unit of the
We up shop
And we going nowhere

We it all
Even if we gotta for it
We it all
Even if you gotta for it

We stage wreckers, two car deckers
Reppin' to the till the law come and get us
You jealous
I'm puttin' holes in

your body
With two shells a shottie pow
Niggas get me touched
(Naw, they touch you)
and flossin' too much
(Naw, they cross you)

on my toes
Left him ten
Part his heat
Play it

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

Devil eyes snake on dice
Have your fam call
Flipmode battle for
All my be high priced

I'm slashing dikes, me
Liftin' out they crease it's quickly
Shift two keys in two
And forty g's

Report me and live
Slouch cat livin' off calibil
You wanna get
Better on tight, take the next flight
We got it on the next bike

it out
I got the eye of a
That's to go higher
My is on fire

And death do us
If the label sue us
Yo I'm taking the
I'm the man with the gat that be ready to

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

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

Keep a runnin'
Now I'm on a
It you twenty light years to burn me
(Burn me)
If you beef call my attorney
All other wack shit don't concern me

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

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

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

Ya don't stop to my down south
Ya don't stop to my out west
Say what, your 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 don't

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

Everybody else get the gas like
Like, for real like a rap bitch should
Type takin' niggas out like they packaged
Rappers wanna

buggin', straight up and down
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' more
Than the 'Book of

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

Yo your shit sound wack still us
We nigga ain't no destroying us
You better off if you come join us

Or analyzing my whole
In
Roll my squad or go singular

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

Never me for nobody else
Another blast make you on yourself
I hope all y'all know that I always the art
Rip you

Put hand on my heart
Flipmode number one on the
or collective
My perspective the
Is to win

All praises due to my one in the same
Cherish every
I have to make y'all my name
another calorie

Come inside my
Put your money your mouth is double your salary
Hey dude you we stay rude high on a aquelude
Bust your shit in a Honda Prelude

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

Ya don't to my people in the front
Ya don't stop to my in the rear
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 hands in the air
Ya don't to my people in New York

Ya don't to my people down south
Ya don't stop to my people out
Say what, throw your 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